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I knew those schnauzers personally, so I was sorry, even if they were irritating little mutts that made a lot of noise.
But heck, the Wanscombes shouldn’t have left them out all night in the cold. Anyhow, they were rich, they could buy new ones if they wanted.
Still and all, though. I mean, dogs are just dumb animals. If they’re mean, it’s because they’re wired that way or somebody made them mean, they can’t help it. They can’t just decide to be nice, like a person can. And plus, they don’t taste so great, I think because they put so much junk in commercial dog-foods—anti-worm medicine and ashes and ground up fish, stuff like that. Ick.
In fact after the second schnauzer I had felt sort of sick and I didn’t sleep real well that night. So I was not in a great mood to start with; and that was the day that my new brassiere disappeared while I was in gym. Later on I got passed a note telling me where to find it: stapled to the bulletin board outside the Principal’s office, where everybody could see that I was trying a bra with an underwire.
Naturally, it had to be Stacey Buhl that grabbed my bra while I was changing for gym and my back was turned, since she was now hanging out with Billy and his friends.
Billy went around all day making bets at the top of his lungs on how soon I would be wearing a D-cup.
Stacey didn’t matter, she was just a jerk. Billy mattered.
He had wrecked me in that school forever, with his nasty mind and his big, fat mouth. I was past crying or fighting and getting punched out. I was boiling, I had had enough crap from him, and I had an idea.
I followed Billy home and waited on his porch until his mom came home and she made him come down and talk to me. He stood in the doorway and talked through the screen door, eating a banana and lounging around like he didn’t have a care in the world.
So he goes, “Watcha want, Boobs?”
I stammered a lot, being I was so nervous about telling such big lies, but that probably made me sound more believable.
I told him that I would make a deal with him: I would meet him that night in Baker’s Park, late, and take off my shirt and bra and let him do whatever he wanted with my boobs if that would satisfy his curiosity and he would find somebody else to pick on and leave me alone.
“What?” he said, staring at my chest with his mouth open. His voice squeaked and he was practically drooling on the floor. He couldn’t believe his good luck.
I said the same thing over again.
He almost came out onto the porch to try it right then and there. “Well, shit,” he goes, lowering his voice a lot, “why didn’t you say something before? You really mean it?”
I go, “Sure,” though I couldn’t look at him.
After a minute he goes, “Okay, it’s a deal. Listen, Kelsey, if you like it, can we, uh, do it again, you know?”
I go, “Sure. But Billy, one thing: this is a secret, between just you and me. If you tell anybody, if there’s just one other person hanging around out there tonight—”
“Oh, no,” he goes, real fast, “I won’t say a thing to anybody, honest. Not a word, I promise!”
Not until afterward, of course, was what he meant, which if there was one thing Billy Linden couldn’t do, it was to keep quiet if he knew something bad about another person.
“You’re gonna like it, I know you are,” he goes, speaking strictly for himself as usual. “Jeez, I can’t believe this!”
But he did, the dork.
I couldn’t eat much for dinner that night, I was too excited, and I went upstairs early—to do homework, I told Dad and Hilda.
Then I waited for the moon, and when it came, I changed.
Billy was in the park. I caught a whiff of him, very sweaty and excited, but I stayed cool. I snuck around for a while, as quiet as I could—which was real quiet—making sure none of his stupid friends were lurking around. I mean, I wouldn’t have trusted his promise for a million dollars.
I passed up half a hamburger lying in the gutter where somebody had parked for lunch next to Baker’s Park. My mouth watered, but I didn’t want to spoil my appetite. I was hungry and happy, sort of singing inside my own head, “Shoo, fly, pie, and an apple-pan-dowdie …”
Without any sound, of course.
Billy had been sitting on a bench, his hands in his pockets, twisting around to look this way and that way, watching for me—my human self—to come join him. He had a jacket on, being it was very chilly out.
Which he didn’t stop to think that maybe a sane person wouldn’t be crazy enough to sit out there and take off her top leaving her naked skin bare to the breeze. But that was Billy all right, totally fixed on his own greedy self without a single thought for somebody else. I bet all he could think about was what a great scam this was, to feel up old Boobs in the park and then crow about it all over school.
Now he was walking around the park, kicking at the sprinkler-heads and glancing up every once in a while, frowning and looking sulky.
