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“And you are here now because…?”
“Landen said he’d videotape Dr. Who for me, and the Daleks are my favorite.”
“I’m more into the Sontarans myself,” said Miles.
“Humph!” said Joffy. “It’s what I would expect from someone who thinks Jon Pertwee was the best Doctor.”
Landen and I stared at him, unsure of whether we should agree, postulate a different theory—or what.
“It was Tom Baker,” said Joffy, ending the embarrassed silence. Miles made a noise that sounded like “conventionalist,” and Landen went off to fetch the tape.
“Doofus?” whispered Joffy when Landen had gone.
“Yes?”
“Have you told him?”
“No,” I whispered back.
“You can’t not tell him, Thursday—if you don’t tell him the truth about the BookWorld and Acme Carpets, it’s like you’re—I don’t know—lying to him.”
“It’s for his own good,” I hissed. “It’s not like I’m having an affair or something.”
“Are you?”
“No, of course not!”
“It’s still a lie, sister dearest. How would you like it if he lied to you about what he did all day?”
“I daresay I’d not like it. Leave it to me, Joff—I’ll be fine.”
“I hope so. Happy birthday—and in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s some Camembert on fire in the hood of your Acme Carpets van.”
“Some what?”
“Camembert. On fire.”
“Here it is,” said Landen, returning with a video. “‘Remembrance of the Daleks.’ Where did Thursday go?”
“Oh, she just nipped out for something. Well, must be off! People to educate, persuade and unify—hopefully in that order. Ha-ha-ha.”
“Sorry about that,” I said, coming back from outside. “I thought I saw Pickwick make faces at the cat next door—you know how they hate each other.”
“But she’s over there,” said Landen, pointing to where Pickwick was still struggling to look at herself and her blue-and-white stripy sweater in the mirror.
I shrugged. “Must have been another dodo.”
“Is there another bald dodo in the neighborhood with a blue stripy cardigan? And can you smell burning cheese?”
“No,” I said innocently. “What about you, Joff?”
“I’ve got to go,” he repeated, staring at his watch. “Remember what I said, sister dearest!”
And he and Miles walked off toward the crowd that had started to gather around the wrecked car.
“I swear I can smell burning cheese,” said Landen as I shut the front door.
“Probably Mrs. Berko-Boyler cooking next door.”
