Valerie and Sarah together a lot in the beginning of the summer.
âWell, sort of,â Valerie said. âBut Sarah has been ignoring me lately, actually. Sheâs been hanging out with Brynn. Iâm sure youâve noticed that.â
That was true, though Alex hadnât thought about it that way. Alex had gotten tired of constantly practicing Brynnâs lines for the Peter Pan play. So she had been so relieved when Sarah started offering to do it. It gave her so much more time to swim and play soccer, the things Alex lived to do. She hadnât even stopped to think about how Valerie felt about the new Brynn and Sarah twosome.
âYouâre right, she has,â Alex said, worrying that maybe Brynn was starting to like Sarah better. âDonât you hang around with them?â
âNah, only in the rec hall and stuff. I donât feel right. They have so many inside jokes and stuff lately,â Valerie said, grabbing a nail. Alex couldnât get a sense of whether she was upset about it or not.
âYou okay?â Alex asked, touching her shoulder. She was usually good at sensing how other kids felt. She was starting to believe Valerie, despite her cheeriness, was getting a little bit lonely. That was a feeling Alex could relate to.
âIâm fine,â Valerie said. âNow let me show you how to make a cutting board.â
âA cutting board?â Alex asked, once again dreading her commitment to woodworking.
âI know it doesnât sound like much fun, but itâs the first thing we all have to make in here. Itâs because a cutting board is simple, and you have to use a lot of the tools to do one. The project is mostly to get you familiar with the tools, honestly. You can give it to your mom, too. I mean, all moms like to chop up vegetables and try to make us eat them, right?â Valerie asked, getting up from their long metal table.
âOh, yes!â Alex answered. Her mom was always telling her how important it was to eat broccoli, peppers, carrots, radishes, lettuce, onions, peas, squash, yams, mushrooms, asparagus, artichokes, eggplant, cucumbers, cauliflower, cabbage, zucchini, celery, and Brussels sprouts. Alexâs mother was an expert in rabbit food. And, as it turned out, no one ate more rabbit food than Alex. âMy mom will totally love this cutting board,â Alex said. She was feeling a little better about missing ceramics. If she couldnât make her mother a necklace, at least she could make her something.
They started drawing on the blank slab of wood that Valerie had brought over to Alex. The slab was the size of a laptop or dinner tray. Alex looked at it, wondering what the heck sheâd do with it. It was so drab and dull and, well, woody.
Valerie had started on her stool again, but with Alexâs wide-eyed look of confusion, Valerie pushed her project aside. Alex thought that was really nice. Valerie picked up a pencil and a ruler and started drawing on the slab; she drew a paddle shape and turned it over.
âNow, you try,â Valerie said to Alex.
âWhy? You already did a good job on the other side,â Alex answered. She didnât see why anyone should do the work twice.
âBut my cutting board outline was sloppy. I definitely think you could do a better job,â Valerie said, trying to appeal to Alexâs competitive streak.
Her approach worked. Alex started making the shape, using the eraser to fix any wobbly lines. When she was finished, the shape was perfect.
Valerie told Alex that she had a secret gift for drawing, but Alex insisted that if she could draw, it was only because her mother was an art teacher.
Next, Valerie showed Alex how to use the saw to cut the shape into the slab. They thought the spewing sawdust looked like Chelseaâs hair in the morning, and they thought the buzzing noise sounded a whole lot better than Julieâs alarm clock. Alex didnât realize that more