Part 7 (1/2)
Likes needlepoint? The woman is out of her mind. How am I going to get out of this? Where is Annie? needlepoint? The woman is out of her mind. How am I going to get out of this? Where is Annie?
Mrs. Bomini bears down on me like she's drilling my feet to the floor. Before I know it I am sitting on the sofa with two needlepoint books on my lap and Mrs. Bomini's veiny white hands pointing out one design after another.
She's leaning so close, there's no way to get away. Why does this always happen to me?
”Do you think that border is a little too busy?”
”Um, ma'am . . . is Annie around?”
”I sent her down to Bea's to get a few things. But-” She beckons with her finger. ”Annie doesn't care for my needlepoint. She's not like you, Moose. Now lookee here, what if I took off some of that blue. Or I could just do this one here?”
”The other one, ma'am, without the border.”
”Aren't you a wonder, Moose!” She smiles at me, glowing with pleasure, and turns to another page, where there must be twenty designs marked. This is worse than reading my dad's electrician manuals.
”Now this one, what do you think of this?” She is so close I can smell the tooth powder on her breath. ”Such a big flower smack in front like that, I'm concerned it's overpowering. I'm wondering if I might-”
Annie appears suddenly in the door, a bag of groceries in her hand. ”Mom!” she snaps.
Mrs. Bomini's head drops low on her shoulders. ”Now, Annie . . . Moose likes this, don't you, Moose?” Mrs. Bomini puts her finger to her lips. ”It's our little secret, isn't it, Moose?” She giggles.
Annie puts the grocery bag down with a thud. ”What's your little secret, Mom?”
”Oh don't you worry.” Mrs. Bomini flutters her finger at me. ”My lips are sealed about . . . you know.”
Annie pulls the flour out of the bag, thumps it on the counter. ”Let him get up, Mom.”
”Oh for goodness' sake! If a girl can like baseball, surely a boy can like needlepoint.”
”Mom, let him up!” Annie barks.
”I have to talk to Annie, ma'am. It's pretty important. Could we finish this later?”
Mrs. Bomini's shoulders sink down, her mouth forms a little pout. ”Oh all right,” she concedes. ”But you bring him back, you hear?” She waggles her finger at Annie.
Annie races around the kitchen unpacking groceries, pouring the flour into the canister, and putting the milk in the icebox. After she's done, she heads outside with me.
”Thanks,” I say when we're safely out of earshot of her mom.
She snorts.
”I've been thinking,” I tell her. ”You know that thing with Capone, you don't need to worry about him. I've worked it out. It's not a problem anymore.”
Her eyes move from side to side like she's thinking about this. ”Why not?”
”Because. I've taken care of it.”
”Which means?” She takes a deep breath and lets it out in one big burst.
”Because, Annie, please, oh please-” I get down on one knee.
Annie smiles a little at this. ”You're cute when you beg,” she says.
”Annie, I'll do anything if you'll just play.”
”You wanna come back with me?” She bites her lip to keep from laughing. ”You know it's okay for a boy to like needlepoint.” Annie does a whispered imitation of her mom.
”Anything except except that.” that.”
We both laugh. I think I've got her now, but when we stop laughing she walks the rest of the way up the stairs and back into #3H without another word.
Girls are impossible. Once they decide something, that's it. Guys make deals, make compromises, make things work. Girls just make trouble.
I head down to the canteen to find Jimmy. He's behind the counter, paging through Bea Trixle's receipt book. He sees me and looks down again really quickly.
”Hey, Jimmy,” I say.
”Hi, Moose.” His voice is cool. He can't still be mad about Scout and the baseball, can he?
Theresa is back in the corner with Baby Rocky on his blanket. Jimmy, Theresa, and the baby of the family, Rocky, all look alike: curly black licorice-colored hair, fair skin, and dark eyes. ”We only make one model,” Mrs. Mattaman said right after Rocky was born. Theresa has her strange stuff on Alcatraz book out and she's recording things in it.
I wonder where Janet Trixle is. I heard there was a new rule. Theresa is supposed to play with her when she's down here. It's Janet's mom's canteen, after all. But knowing Theresa, she's figured a way to squirm out of it.
I get a vanilla soda out of the icebox and press my nickel into Jimmy's hand.
He puts it in the cash box, without looking at me.
”Hey, Jimmy.” I close my mouth, not sure what to say now. ”How are the flies?”
Jimmy's eyes soften. ”I got a new idea,” he says. ”I'm freezing 'em.”
”Frozen flies?”
”Then I can get a little leash and collar on them. And it will be like pet flies on a leash.”
”Won't it kill them?”
”Jimmy, Rocky has a stinky!” Theresa interrupts, holding her nose. ”And it's your turn.”
”You bring a diapy?” Jimmy asks. ”Like Mom said?”
Theresa shakes her head. ”Maybe we could use toilet paper?”
”We can't use toilet paper. Bea will charge us for it,” Jimmy tells Theresa. ”You figure it out. I'm gonna show Moose the flies.”
Theresa sighs. Her face puckers up. ”Rocky, oh come on, be quiet, will ya?” She kneels down to give Rocky a toy and pops out the door.