The Sunflower Forest. Torey Hayden

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      Claire’s party was the big social event of the term among my crowd, which by and large didn’t seem to generate many big social events. None of us girls who were friends that year was exactly femme fatale material. Claire still had a generous amount of what her mother affectionately called ‘puppy fat’. Brianna wore glasses and braces and had hair like Little Orphan Annie’s. And of course there was me. Naturally, Claire intended that we all bring dates. But she did tell us that her brother and a bunch of his friends were coming, which was a diplomatic way of saying that there would be at least some boys on the premises.

      After lunch on Wednesday I went down to my locker to change books for my next class. I stood alone, sifting through the debris in the bottom of the locker, searching for my German vocabulary notebook.

      ‘Where were you in history class today?’

      I looked up.

      His name was Paul Krueger. I didn’t know him well because the only class I had with him was history and he sat across the room. All I knew for sure about him was that he was reckoned to be a whizz kid in physics. Otherwise, he was an ordinary sort of boy with brown, wavy hair and a lumpish build, like a wrestler’s.

      ‘I was down at the counsellor’s office. Miss Harrich is always hassling me about college applications.’

      Shifting his books from one arm to the other, he leaned back against the locker next to mine. ‘Too bad you got her. I got Mr Perryman. He’s not so bad.’

      ‘Yeah. It’s because my last name begins with O.’

      ‘Yeah. Mine begins with K.’

      ‘Yeah,’ I said.

      Silence. We both looked away.

      ‘Luckiest kids are those with last names starting with S, because they get Mr Kent. He’s really nice. I know. My friend Bob’s got him.’

      ‘Yeah, they’re lucky.’

      ‘Yeah,’ he agreed.

      ‘Yeah.’

      Silence.

      ‘So. Where are you going to college?’ he asked me. ‘Have you been accepted anyplace yet?’

      I shrugged.

      ‘I’m going to Ohio State. They’ve got a good statistics department there. That’s what I’m going to major in. Statistics.’ He shifted his books again. ‘My old man says there’s lots of jobs available in statistics. And you know how it is. You pretty much do what the old man says.’

      With a smile, I nodded. I had located my vocabulary notebook, so I shut the locker door. By the hall clock I could see I had only two minutes left to get to German and I didn’t want to be late because Mr Tennant gave us marks when we were tardy.

      Paul was studying the fingernails on his left hand. ‘I wanted to ask you something – in history class,’ he said, still regarding his hand. ‘But you weren’t there.’

      ‘No, I wasn’t.’

      ‘No.’

      Still the intense interest in his fingernails.

      ‘See, I’m a friend of Kurt’s – you know, Claire’s brother. And about this thing on Friday night.’ He looked over. ‘You going to it?’

      ‘You mean Claire’s party?’ I asked.

      He nodded.

      I shrugged. ‘I guess so.’

      ‘You want to go with me?’

      My jaw went slack.

      ‘I mean, assuming you’re not going with anyone else or anything. Are you?’

      ‘Yes. I mean, no, I’m not. I mean, yes, I’ll go with you. If you want.’ I grinned. ‘Yeah. OK. I will.’

      ‘Great, then.’ He hoisted up his books. ‘I gotta go to English. Listen, I’ll talk to you more after school, OK?’

      I nodded.

      With a smile he turned and took off down the hallway.

      I stood next to my locker, a stupid grin plastered all over my face, and watched him disappear. Astonishment had me spellbound.

      So this was it.

      Still grinning like a Cheshire cat, I tossed my pencil way up into the air and tried to catch it. The teacher monitoring the hall gave me an odd look. I hooted at her, then grabbed my books and ran for German.

       Chapter Four

      When I arrived home from school, I went into the kitchen to fix myself a snack. Megan was sitting at the table and spreading butter on soda crackers. I took down the bread and then went to the cupboard to get the peanut butter.

      ‘There isn’t any peanut butter,’ Megan said.

      ‘There was this morning.’

      ‘Yes, but I ate it already.’

      Frowning, I turned. ‘You know I always have a peanut-butter-and-honey sandwich when I get home from school. Always. Since before you were born, you little brat. That was my peanut butter.’

      ‘Not any more!’ She giggled. ‘Here. You want some crackers?’

      ‘Aren’t there any apples left either? Did you pig them all up too?’

      ‘No. But all that’s left are the old wormy ones that fell off Mrs Reilly’s tree.’

      I sat down at the table and took the crackers away from Megan. Intently, I worked on extracting one from the wrapper without breaking it. ‘Where’s Mama?’

      ‘In her bedroom.’ Megan was concentrating on spreading butter to the exact edges of her cracker.

      ‘Is she OK?’

      Megan shrugged. ‘I guess so. She’s still got her bathrobe on. And she doesn’t look like she combed her hair yet today. But when she was out a little while ago, she said “hi” to me, so I guess she’s all right.’ Megan paused to look up. ‘But you know what she’s doing?’

      ‘What?’

      Megan wrinkled her nose. ‘She’s got all those photographs out. You know. The ones of Popi and Mutti and Elek.’

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