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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
The group dispersed a few minutes later, most of the boys thinking what a good sport Jeff was. Jeff stayed in the barn for a long time trying to calm down. Gil, who had seen the others off and gotten three more cookies, came back into the barn. He flopped into a mound of hay and spoke.
You should have told Richard to shut up.
I dont need you to tell me what I should have said!
You better hope Dad never finds out about those straws.
Well, hes not going to find out from me! The full import of that statement made Gil come straight up out of the straw. I never snitch, Jeff! Gilberts eyes flashed angry fire and Jeff looked down at his shoes. He knew he should apologize. He wanted to, but Gil stormed out and Jeff was left alone.
two
Did all the boys leave? May asked Jeff as soon as he walked in the kitchen.
Theyre gone.
Did they like the idea?
Yeah.
May was bent over a pot on the stove and missed the stormcloud on her sons face.
How did you work it out? Are you asking Sylvia?
No, Richard is asking Sylvia. Im asking Bobbie Bradford. This announcement was enough to spin May around to face her son.
Why, Jeffrey! May exclaimed in delight. Thats wonderful! Bobbie is the sweetest girl on earth. May went back to her cooking with a huge smile on her face.
Maybe Jeff is growing up after all, she thought to herself. Seventeen is such a self-absorbed age. Its nice to see him thinking of someone besides himself for a change.
May was oblivious to the turmoil going on within her young son. Jeff sat a moment longer deciding what to do. If he went up to his room on a hot Sunday afternoon, his mother would think he was ill. He couldnt go see Rigg because Rigg could read him like a book and would know instantly that something was wrong. If he went to find Gil, and Gil was still mad at him, his parents would want to know what they were quarreling about. Finally, with a small disgruntled sigh, Jeff went into the living room to hide behind a book.
I can never beat you in checkers, Bobbie, Angie Stallsworth complained as Bobbie jumped Angies last two checkers and still had four more of her own on the board.
Thats all right, Angie, you can beat me in spelling any day of the week.
Best friends, the girls were sitting at the Bradford kitchen table on Monday afternoon. School had only been out a month and they were already restless for something to do. Angie had come over wanting Bobbie to go for a walk along the creek, but Bobbies mother was working and she had strict orders to stay home with her younger brother Troy.
Whatll we do now? Angie asked.