a snazzy place for dinner and then maybe to an art film.â
âWhatâs an art film?â I asked.
âWhere they speak in a foreign language and have little lines underneath that tell you in English what theyâre saying.â
âYou like art films?â I asked.
âNot really.â She shrugged. âAnyway, this oneâs name is Mr. Herbert Smith and he said, âCall me Herb,â if you can feature such a thing. At least he didnât say âCall me Uncle Herb.â Thatâs the living end when they want you to call them âUncleâ and theyâre not your uncle. I canât stand that. Anyway, heâs trying to buy me.â She made her eyes big and round like an owlâs.
âWhat do you mean, trying to buy you?â I asked. âYouâre no bargain.â I looked at her.
âLike, he brings me things. He brought me a pair of slippers tonight. A pair of fuzzy slippers like a kidâs. He buys me something almost every time he comes to take my mother out. He thinks it makes me like him. And I want to tell you he is very much mistaken. Very much mistaken indeed.â Al paced back and forth with her hands behind her back.
âWere they the right size?â I asked.
She said, âWhat?â
âThe slippers. Were they the right size?â
She snorted. âI didnât try them on. I just said âThank youâ and put them back in the box.â
âYour father buys you things and you donât think heâs trying to get you to like him, do you?â
âThatâs different. Heâs my father.â
My father hardly ever buys me things. He sends me a Valentine every year that he picks out, but outside of that, my mother does the buying.
âDoes your mother like Herb betterân any of the others she goes out with?â I asked.
Al hunched her shoulders. âI donât know. All I know is, when heâs coming I have to comb my hair and put on a clean blouse and I have to smile until my face feels like itâs cracking. Then he tells me about how I remind him of his nieceâs little girl and it turns out sheâs about six and her teeth stick out and she has her own horse. If thereâs anything I hate, itâs a kid who has her own horse. Are they ever stuck-up. They are such snobs when they own their own horse.â
âLetâs have some pie for dessert,â Al said suddenly. She switches subjects very fast. It is interesting. You never get time to be bored.
âWe have coconut cream,â she said from inside the freezer compartment.
I felt like I had a giant ball of pizza and Coke inside me. âNo, thanks,â I said. What I didnât need was to add a little coconut cream.
âI have to write my autobiography for English,â Al said. âI have to make it interesting and informative. I also need a picture of myself when I was little. Boy, was I ever a funny-looking kid.â She started to laugh.
âSo was I,â I said. âMy mother said she felt better when she saw her babies were funny-looking. She said the funnier-looking they are when theyâre born, the better they turn out in the long run.â
âNo kidding?â Al went and looked at herself in the mirror. âIs that right? If it is, I should be a winner.â
We got down to our homework but it was sort of hard because Al was in a real chatty mood.
âImagine if we were sisters,â she said. âAnd we lived in the same house and slept in the same room and did our homework together every night. I wonder if weâd fight. Do you think we would?â
âYes,â I said.
âHave you ever wanted a sister?â Al asked.
âIâd trade Teddy in on a sister, if thatâs what you mean,â I said.
âHeâs betterân nothing,â Al said. Then she started doing her math. When she does her math she breathes hard, thumps around, and stares