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but he had no choice but to continue.
    â€œThat was Melissa, then?”
    â€œIt was Melissa.”
    â€œSo where is she now?”
    â€œInside.”
    â€œIs she coming out?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œThere’s no reason for her to come out.”
    There was another silence. Bingo sensed that Weezie had intended this as an insult, but he forced himself to say, “Would you ask her to come out?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œLook, Weez,” Wentworth said, interrupting impatiently. “I don’t want to break up this exciting conversation here, but Bingo came over to see Melissa. And I came over to make sure he sees Melissa. And if you don’t get Melissa out here, it’s going to be a long afternoon, because we ain’t leaving until he sees Melissa, and Bingo and me got better things to do.”
    Bingo was grateful to Billy Wentworth. Sometimes a forceful manner was necessary, and Bingo obviously wasn’t up to force of any kind.
    â€œMe-liiissa!” she called.
    â€œThat’s more, like it,” Wentworth said. He tugged down his camouflage T-shirt in a satisfied manner.
    â€œWhat do you want?” Melissa called back.
    Her voice was so close at hand that Bingo thought she must have been standing by the window all along. He glanced quickly at the window and thought he saw the curtain move. He wished he hadn’t come.
    â€œSomebody wants to see-eee you!” Weezie called over her shoulder.
    â€œWho?”
    â€œBingo Bro-own.”
    â€œTell him I’ll be out in a minute.”
    â€œShe’ll be out in a minute.”
    â€œWe ain’t deaf,” Wentworth said.
    â€œLet’s go,” Bingo said.
    Wentworth ignored him. “I want to get something straight here, Zelda Louise.”
    â€œHow do you know my name?”
    â€œI got my sources.”
    â€œWho?”
    â€œI never reveal a source.”
    â€œI hate to be called Zelda Louise. Now, you call me Weezie or I’m going in the house and I’m never coming out.”
    Wentworth waved an imaginary white flag. “Weezie,” he said. “Weezie, here’s what I want to get straight. Are we talking a regular minute, sixty seconds, or one of those minutes that takes about an hour and a half? Because me and Bingo do not have an hour and a half to waste.”
    â€œLet’s go!” Bingo said.
    Bingo didn’t think he could stand this any longer. The confusion, the anxiety, were beginning to take their toll. He needed to sink down on his Ninja Turtle sheets and stay there, Rip Van Bingo-like, for at least forty years.
    Also he hadn’t had any lunch, and his stomach was getting ready to start growling.
    â€œNo, hold on,” Wentworth said. “She said one minute. So, we’ll give her one minute. I figure fifteen seconds of the minute is gone already, so we now wait forty-five seconds.”
    Wentworth checked his watch. “Forty-one … thirty-eight … thirty … twenty-two … nineteen … thirteen … eight … three … two … one and a half …”
    Bingo waited without hope.
    And when Billy Wentworth said, “One and one-quarter,” Bingo heard the front door open.
    He looked up so fast his neck popped.
    There, in the doorway, wearing her Declaration of Independence T-shirt, stood Melissa.

Melissa, at Last
    â€œS O, WEEZ!” BILLY WENTWORTH said.
    Now that Melissa had put in an appearance, Wentworth turned his full attention to Weezie.
    â€œWhen are you going to get them doohickeys off your head?”
    Weezie checked her bare wrist and circled it with her other hand. “I keep forgetting my watch is broken,” she said. “I have to wait about ten more minutes. It’s already been neutralized.”
    â€œMan, if I had them doohickeys on my head, I wouldn’t wait to be nooo-tralized. I bet them things hurt, don’t they?”
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