I didn’t want to go at first, because I thought Jody would notice the change in me, and that anybody with half an eye would see I didn’t have a brain in my head.īut all during the drive north, and then east, Jody had joked and laughed and chattered and not seemed to mind that I only said, “My” or “Gosh” or “You don’t say.” I had a suspicion that my mother had called Jody and begged her to ask me out, so I wouldn’t sit around in my room all day with the shades drawn. Cal hadn’t wanted to swim, he had wanted to talk, and we were arguing about this play where a young man finds out he has a brain disease, on account of his father fooling around with unclean women, and in the end his brain, which has been softening all along, snaps completely, and his mother is debating whether to kill him or not. Jody and Mark, the boy she was pinned to, were swimming. “Well, first she says No no no, and then she says Yes.”Ĭal and I lay side by side on an orange and green striped towel on a mucky beach across the swamps from Lynn.
I wondered, if I’d been my old self, if I would have liked him. “How can you be sure she killed him?” I said.Ĭal was supposed to be very intelligent, and Jody had said over the phone that he was cute and I would like him.
His name was Cal, which I thought must be short for something, but I couldn’t think what it would be short for, unless it was California. His lips were thick and pink and a baby face nestled under the silk of white-blond hair. I looked at the mouth of the boy Jody had wanted me to meet.
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