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    â€œSo. Your father probably got home at five. He’s now had thirty minutes to open the manuscript, read the letter, and absorb the disappointment. Do you think that’s enough time?”
    â€œI don’t know. It probably wouldn’t be for me.”
    â€œWell, we can’t sit here forever.”
    â€œNo, that’s true.”
    She shoved the car into gear angrily. “Let’s go home.”
    They drove home without speaking. As they turned onto the street his mother broke the silence.
    â€œNow, Bingo, don’t let on that I told you.”
    â€œI won’t.”
    â€œPretend you don’t even know he sent it off.”
    â€œI will.”
    â€œHis car’s there. Oh, Bingo, I just can’t bear it. He knows.”

Rip Van Wentworth
    B INGO WAS IN HIS room. He had spent a lot of time in his room since he and his mother had gotten home yesterday.
    He had come out for supper and breakfast, and every time the phone rang to see if Melissa was calling, but each time he went right back into his room. This was to give his father, a chance to absorb his disappointment in privacy. Bingo understood the need for privacy, because he needed much more of it than he got.
    So far his father had not finished absorbing, and each meal had been tedious. His mother kept saying things like, “Oh, Bingo, tell your dad who you saw in the store.”
    â€œMelissa.”
    â€œWho?” His father’s face would be blank, as if his entire personality had left him.
    â€œMelissa.”
    â€œOh, Melissa. That’s nice.”
    â€œBingo! Tell your dad about the one-way street yesterday.”
    â€œDad, we went down a one-way street yesterday.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œA one-way street—the wrong way.”
    â€œThat’s nice.”
    While Bingo was sitting in his room, listening for a sound of normalcy from his father that would signal that the absorption period was over at last, Bingo suddenly remembered something Wentworth had said.
    Something about Melissa …
    Bingo had to think back hard to get it word for word because so much had happened in the meantime.
    â€œAnd I know something else about Melissa,” Wentworth had said, “but it’ll cost you.”
    That was it exactly.
    Bingo got up. Slowly he crossed to his window, bent, and looked out. He glanced across the lawn to Wentworth’s bedroom window.
    This was the low point in a week filled with low points. This might even be the low point of his life. Bingo opened the window, crawled out, crossed the lawn, and stopped at Wentworth’s window.
    He took a deep breath. He needed a lot of air because he was now in a place he had never thought he would be in his entire life. And he was doing the most alien thing he had ever done in his life.
    But he had to do this. He had no other choice. He had to know what Wentworth knew about Melissa. It was more than a want, it was a burning desire, the kind he used to have so frequently.
    He lifted his hand and knocked.
    Wentworth’s face appeared in the window almost immediately.
    â€œWho is it?”
    Wentworth peered through the glass. Bingo knew Wentworth could see him, but Wentworth, out of cruelty, feigned temporary blindness.
    â€œMe.”
    â€œMe who?”
    â€œMe Bingo.”
    He cringed. He was starting to sound like a character in a Tarzan movie. “Bingo Brown,” he added with dignity.
    â€œWhat are you doing out there?”
    â€œI wanted to talk to you.”
    â€œYou want to talk to somebody, you come to the front door, you call them up on the phone. You don’t wake them up in the middle of the afternoon.”
    â€œWentworth, you’ve been knocking on my window for over a year now, and I have been very, very patient with you.”
    â€œThat’s what’s wrong with you, Worm Brain, you’re too patient. Somebody knocks at my window—I don’t want to talk to them, I shut the