Number three. Pete doesn’t work there on Sunday nights.
Number four. But Bo Rollins does. That’s his full name. I found out. How? Ducky told me. Which leads me to
Number five. For a guy, Ducky is a great gossip.
Not that girls are the only gossips. Personally, I believe guys are even worse. They just like to pretend they aren’t.
Ducky’s different. He dishes directly. I like that.
When I arrived at Pizza Paradise, I spotted his car parked down the block, in front of the convenience store. Ducky emerged with a bag full of groceries. Chips, pretzels, and candy, along with some toilet paper and drain cleaner.
“Groceries for me and Ted,” he explained.
I helped him load the trunk. As we walked inside Pizza Paradise, I told Ducky I envied him. I mean, what a cool life, living alone with his big brother. Sometimes I wish Dad were a traveling professor like Ducky’s dad. Then he’d have to spend most of the year in places like Ghana too. My life would be so much easier.
Ducky made a face. He said his brother is a pig. Ted never buys food or does laundry or cleans.
Which, to me, doesn’t seem like a big deal. I mean, Dad doesn’t do any of that stuff either. Whenever it has to be done, he just yells at me to do it.
“Believe me,” ducky said, sliding into a booth at the back of the restaurant, “you would not want to be in my shoes.”
I could feel Ducky tensing up, so I backed off. Our one and only argument had started this way. I didn’t want a number two.
So I asked about the job.
Ducky’s face lit up. He told me that Dad was perfectly nice to him at the interview. He said Dad even cracked a few good jokes. (I didn’t know Dad knew any good jokes.)
I suggested Ducky get a mohawk haircut and a nose ring before work on Tuesday, and then see how nice Dad would be.
Our waitperson appeared, and Ducky ordered two large sundaes with all the toppings.
He was dying to talk about what happened to Carol. He said he couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d done.
“You’re so together,” he said. “and you think I’m a saint? I would have been a wreck if I were in your place.”
A hero and a saint.
I love it.
I should rescue people more often.
As we ate our sundaes, we caught up on other news. Ducky told me that things were still tense with Alex. I talked about the guys in my life. My date with Pete. The call from Chris. And my Bo sighting, before Carol’s crisis.
Ducky howled. He said I should give out numbers and let the guys stand in line.
Then he looked over my shoulder and said my deepest wish was about to come true.
When I glanced back, I froze.
Bo was clearing the table next to ours.
Ducky was trying hard not to laugh. He asked when I became interested in cro mags, which is what he calls most of the jocks at Vista.
I hadn’t really thought of Bo that way. But he does have really muscly arms.
“Do you know him?” I whispered.
Does he ever.
Ducky informed me that Bo’s family has a house in Tahoe. That his brother is a football star at some big university. That Bo once climbed the school flagpole on a dare.
When I asked how he knew all this, he smiled slyly.
“I just listen,” he said with a shrug. “and if you promise you won’t get up and leave, I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Promise,” I said.
Ducky pushed his sundae aside and leaned closer. “Bo just broke up with his old girlfriend.”
I nearly flew out of my seat.
But a promise is a promise. I stayed put.
I cornered Bo later. Just before we left.
I’m meeting him Friday. After his shift.
Monday 3/30
Homeroom
Why homeroom?
It is useless and stupid. Especially when you have an ugly, boring teacher like Mr. Leavitt. They should abolish it and let 1st-period teachers take attendance, so we can all get fifteen more minutes’ beauty sleep.
I’m in a fighting mood today.
Brock was waiting for me at my locker this morning. He said he heard Pete talking about me. About our date. He called Pete a liar, and they almost got into a fight.
All over itty-bitty me.
Puh-leeze.
I mean, talk about yesterday’s news.
I should have told him to take a hike. But I didn’t have the heart.
So I just said I wasn’t seeing Pete anymore and if he knew what was good for him he wouldn’t bug me about who I decided to go out with. And I marched off to homeroom.
Nobody pushes me around.
Lunch
I should have cut school today.
I do not need this grief.
What am I, property?
I do not belong to anyone.
Now Pete’s all upset. Brock told him that I said we weren’t going steady anymore.
Who ever said we were going steady in the first place? Because of one date?
These are high school guys. They’re not supposed to act like babies.
They go out with lots of girls. But when the situation is reversed, they freak out.
Get a life!
I am fed up.
I am giving up boys.
After Friday.
I’ll give Bo a chance.
7:37 P.M.
I did not go straight home after school today. I hung out with Ducky, driving around, listening to him stress about his first day of work tomorrow, calming him down.
He dropped me off at home. As I was snacking and looking at the mail, the phone rang.
It was Dawn. Calling me from the hospital.
From Mom’s room.
She was hoping to reach Dad. Because Mom wanted to talk to him.
I asked what she was doing there.
“Just visiting,” she replied.
Okay. Cool.
There is nothing wrong with that.
Nothing wrong with Dawn visiting Mom.
Even though she could have called me. She could have asked if I wanted to go with her. I am the daughter. Not her.
But, hey, I can visit anytime I want. Besides, Dawn’s not required to tell me everything she does.
It’s a free country.
I shouldn’t blame Dawn for the bad mood I’m in right now.
I shouldn’t be angry.
I. Am. Not. Angry.
Tuesday 3/31
Study hall
I stayed at the Schafers’ last night. This morning I got up early and served Carol breakfast.
She smiled weakly and said she wasn’t hungry.
I did not like the way she looked. Kind of dazed and weak.
I told that to Dawn. She was in the kitchen when I returned with the tray.
“That’s because you brought her what you like, not what she likes,” Dawn said. “Carol hates scrambled eggs. Maybe if you tried a cheese omelette …”
Okay. So I dumped the eggs and made an omelette. I grated the cheese by hand, threw in a few spices. It took forever. By the time I was done, Dawn had left. Jeff, Mr. Schaefer, and Mrs. Bruen were all puttering around. They appreciated the work I was doing.
I went back to Carol’s room with my gorgeous omelette.
Guess what?
Dawn was wrong.
Carol refused the omelette.
She doesn’t just hate scrambled eggs. She hates all eggs.
Math
How could Dawn not know that about Carol?
Of course she knew it.
She lied to me.
She hates me.
Why?
What is wrong with this picture?
Dawn is my best friend, but she never talks to me. And when she does, she lies.
She lets me sleep over in her room, but she acts like she can’t wait to get rid of me.
I help around the house. I help take ca
re of her stepmom. But she sneaks off to visit Mom without asking me to come along.
It doesn’t make sense. What have I done to her?
This is so unfair.
She’s the one with the functional family. She’s the one with the good grades. She’s the one who believes in peace on earth and kindness to all living things.
She has everything. She’s everybody’s friend.
Since when have I dropped off her radar?
Since when have I become poison?
I have been so patient. But I am tired of making excuses for her. I’m tired of saying it’s only a phase, she’s tense about the baby, etc.
She doesn’t want to talk to me? Fine.
Two can play that game.
6:11 P.M.
I took a long walk. I had to clear my head.
So I went to Dad’s store, to visit Ducky on his first day on the job.
He looked great. Cool haircut. New clothes. A small, conservative earring.
But after seeing him here, I have decided that Ducky’s in the wrong business.
He should be in child care.
He didn’t notice me at first. He was sitting on a bench in the kids’ section, bouncing a couple of toddlers on his knees. They had board books in their mouths. So did Ducky.
It was so cute.
Until Dad showed up. He was not amused. I could tell by the murderous glare in his eye.
I tried to signal Ducky. He thought I was waving, so he waved both toddlers’ hands back at me.
Then he saw Dad and his face paled.
Up he stood. Down went the toddlers.
“May I see you in the stockroom?” Dad asked him.
That was when I left.
I hate bloodshed.
7:34
Report from the battlefront:
Ducky survived.
More than that. He was ecstatic.
Dad hadn’t fired him. Just given him the I’m-paying-you-to-work-not-play lecture. Very politely. (Sure. He just saves his nasty side for me.)
Anyway, Ducky loves the job. He thanked me a million times. He can’t wait for his next shift, which is Thursday, after school and he’s seriously considering the bookselling industry for a future career.
I nearly fell off my chair trying not to laugh.
I give him, oh, a week before he changes his mind.
But he had to cut the conversation short. He was beeped by Alex on call waiting.
Ducky apologized like crazy but insisted he had to talk to him.
“Oh, so Alex rates over me?” I asked.
I was joking. But Ducky took me seriously. “Come on, Sunny,” he said. “Alex never calls me. This must be something important.”
I told him of course I didn’t mind.
Which was true.
I can’t get mad at Ducky.
At least he’s honest with me. At least he doesn’t sneak behind my back.
Like some friends.
Which brings me to my current problem: what do I do now? Where do I go?
Where is my home base?
Everything is so different now. I mean, ever since that terrible day at Venice Beach, Dawn’s family has been my family. They’ve been the only reason I’ve stayed in Palo City.
But I don’t feel welcome there anymore. I know Dawn doesn’t want me around.
Do I stay here in this empty, dirty house with dishes in the sink and laundry all over the place? With cartons of old books on the living room sofa that Dad has promised to take away for weeks, but which I know I can’t remind him about because he’ll blow up at me?
I hate it here.
But I hate it there.
Well, except for Carol.
She treats me like a human being. She values me.
I guess I should go see how she’s doing.
Oh, great. Dad drove up.
More later.
10:34
He must have had a good day at work. Or something.
He walked in the door and for the first time in recent memory noticed that his daughter is a human. “Why the long face, sunshine?” he asked.
I was so shocked, I actually confided in him.
I said that Dawn’s been acting weird and I didn’t think she wanted to be my friend.
His reaction? “Well, maybe it’s time you stopped treating her bedroom like your private hotel suite.”
So sensitive.
That’s what I get for opening up to him. I should have known better.
What’s worse, he started chewing my ear off about Christopherߞas in, Christopher reads the books that he’s supposed to shelve … Christopher talks too much to customers … Christopher needs to learn the work ethic … But he’s a “nice boy” and he knows a lot about kids’ books, so the parents love him.
It took me a minute to realize he was talking about Ducky.
So now Dad wants me to “talk to him.” I’m supposed to give him “work tips” and coach him on how to “use his time efficiently.”
What’s more, Dad’s thinking of hiring another high school kid, and he wants me to find one.
What do I look like, an employment agency?
So I’m at Dawn’s again.
The lesser of two evil houses, I guess.
Carol’s fine. She has a copy of the L.A. Times best-seller list on her nightstand and is working her way through it, book by book.
I guess I’ll have to be going to the library for her.
If I can figure out where it is.
Carol, as usual, asked me all about my day. I did not tell her my feelings about Dawn, even though I was dying to. But I did mention my conversation with Dad.
She smiled. “If he needs another employee, get one of your many boyfriends a job.”
Brilliant.
Why hadn’t I thought of that?
I wonder if Bo wants a job.
No.
No!
I have a much better idea.
I know just who to ask.
11:10 P.M.
Sunny, you are a genius.
Ducky thinks it’s a great idea. He thinks this is just the thing that Alex needs to pull up his self-esteem.
So Ducky’s going to talk to him tomorrow.
And I have done my good deed for the day.
Wednesday 4/1
Homeroom
April Fools’ Day.
I woke up at the regular time. Dawn was fast asleep. I tiptoed to her desk and adjusted the clock to 9:07 then I snuck back into bed, let out a loud gasp, and said, “Oh, no! We’re late!”
Dawn’s eyes popped open. She jumped out of bed.
I was about to yell “April Fool!” but Dawn started screaming at meߞI’m lazy, I never pay attention to the time, I can never be trusted.…
This is what I get for trying to cheer up the morning?
I was so disgusted, I didn’t bother to tell her the truth.
Dawn didn’t find out the real time until she went into the kitchen.
When she did, she started freaking out again.
Some people just can’t take a joke.
English
I feel much better now.
Rescued by the sweetest guy in the whole school.
!! Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo !!
How can Ducky call him a cro mag?
He is so wrong.
Bo found me in the hallway between first and second periods. He gave me one of those little canisters of “mixed nuts” that’s really a jack-in-the-box.
How corny can you get?
Well, I pretended to be surprised when the spring popped out at me.
But I wasn’t expecting this note, which was attached to it:
Okay, not the best speller, but who cares?
Lunch
I am sitting alone.
Because my hateful ex-best friend took the only empty seat at the table where Maggie and Amalia were sitting.
She saw me heading for that seat.
I know she did.
I want t
o kill her.
4:14
We talked.
Bo and me.
I heard his voice behind me as I left school.
The sound caressed my ear. Like the touch of a butterfly’s wing.
I have never heard “yo” sound so sexy.
I turned. He was heading toward the parking lot with some friends, so I walked beside him.
He introduced me to his pals.
Then he asked if Sunny was my real name.
I asked him if Bo was his.
His friends all laughed.
Then they continued toward the lot. Bo waved to me. He looked a little embarrassed. He mouthed the word “later.”
Hmmmm.
Is it possible he has a name more ridiculous than Sunshine Daydream Winslow?
To be continued.
11:11P.M.
Went to see Mom tonight.
Got in just before the end of visiting hours.
I tried to buy her flowers, but the store was closing and there weren’t many left, only some really expensive bouquets, I thought about getting a potted plant, but that seemed too dorky.
So I took her a Life magazine instead.
And I put it on her night table. Right next to an identical copy. And a potted plant.
“Isn’t it nice?” Mom asked. “Dawn brought it. I love begonias.”
Real nice.
Dawn shows up with Mom’s favorite plant, and I bring a magazine she already has.
I. Felt. Like. Such. An. Idiot.
Thursday 4/2
5:01P.M.
She’s evil.
Hateful.
Conniving.
At this minute, while I am in her kitchen, making stew for her stepmother and looking after her house all by myself, where is she?
Shopping with Maggie.
She wasn’t even going to tell me. She was going to sneak out while I wasn’t around.
And then, when I did show up, when I caught her in the act, did she cover herself? Did she invite me?
No. She just walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, without saying a word.
Mrs. Bruen was in the middle of a phone conversation. I heard her interrupt it and ask, “Where are you going, Dawn?”
And Dawn told her, but in this whispery little voice. Like I wasn’t going to hear.
“Isn’t Sunny going too?” asked Mrs. Bruen.
Dawn’s reply? “I see enough of Sunny.”
Thud went my jaw as it hit the carpet.
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