reclining upon it. âThe horses doovries. My mother says forgive her, sheâs so embarrassed she forgot it. Good night and thanks again.â
âWhatâs that?â my father asked, coming out of the kitchen, pointing at the pineapple.
âItâs Alâs motherâs horses doovries,â I explained. âShe forgot them.â
âToo bad,â said my father, circling the pineapple as if it were a live hand grenade.
âSay what you will,â my mother said, âthose little boys were wonderful. Not a peep out of them.â
Speak of the devil. Wearing pajamas and a fuzzy look, Hubie staggered in. âI think Iâm walking in my sleep,â he mumbled. âWhereâs the cake?â
âWhereâs Teddy?â my mother said. âAsleep?â
âHeâs sick. He told me to bring him a piece of cake. So here I am.â Hubie dug at his eyes with his fists.
âSick?â My mother and father looked startled.
âHeâs got spots.â
âWhere?â
âAll over.â
My mother and father rushed toward Teddyâs room.
âItâs probably early acne,â I said.
âEither that or measles. Probably measles.â Hubie shrugged. He didnât give up easily. âWhereâs the cake?â he said again.
chapter 14
âTeddy has chicken pox,â I told Al the next day. âTalk about timing. Just before school starts. The kidâs a genius.â
âThe kidâs also gonna itch like fury,â Al said. We were walking to Rockefeller Center to watch the tourists hang out and to talk to Rudy.
He had told us holidays were a perfect time to play his violin in tourist haunts. âStrolling violinists are in short supply back in Keokuk,â he said. âThose of my caliber, anyway. They love me, they think Iâm Mr. New York. Little do they know I was born in Jersey City.â
âYou said you were born on a roller coaster at Coney Island,â I reminded him. âRight,â he snapped his fingers. âIt was my twin brother was born in Jersey City.â Thereâs no way to keep up with him. Heâs a card.
âThe dinner was delicious,â Al told me, stomping along. For once she left her red shoes home. She wore her running shoes, instead. âMy mother had a super time. Iâll remember that party until the day I die. Maybe longer.â
âIt was fun,â I agreed. âWe had a great time.â
âFirst letâs check out the place we saw that woman,â Al said. âI have some money today. I canât cash my birthday check on Sunday, but my mother gave me an advance on it. Iâm giving that poor soul five dollars to buy food for her family.â
âLetâs find Rudy first,â I said. I didnât want to see that woman again. I was afraid of her. I donât know why, but I was. I have a bad habit of postponing things I donât want to face.
âWhatâs with you?â Al asked, puzzled. âYou want to forget her, donât you?â
âNot forget exactly,â I said. âI canât exactly explain. She scares me.â
âThen you must be scared a lot. Thereâre a lot of starving people around these days. You might say itâs an epidemic. She must be weak as a cat.â Al scowled at me. âWhat could she do to you?â
âIâm not scared of what she might do.â I tried to explain. âIâm scared of what she might say, how sheâd look at me.â
Al set the pace. We walked briskly at first, until the heat got to be too much. Then we slowed down, pacing ourselves.
âI love the city on holidays. Itâs almost like the country.â Al flung wide her arms, indicating the almost deserted streets, the absence of traffic. âAll we need are a few cows and a couple of pigs and weâre in clover.â Then she cried, âLook, isnât that