on the shorter side, but his shoulders were broad as barn beams, and his arms long and muscular. He was so self-conscious about them that he almost always had his hands jammed in his pockets (which caused his elbows to stick out at strange angles and only made his arms look that much bigger).
âSaw you over by Mrs. L,â Miguel said. âShe find something on the World Wide Web again?â
âShe gave me a poem. She said she wanted to inspire me.â
âMrs. Lonogan has been inhaling kitty litter for centuries.â
âThereâs that. You started studying for the tests yet?â
âYou sound like my mother. I want to enjoy my summer, okay? Oh, look at her. No, donât look look.â
âAnd you wonât believe the essays they want us to write.â
âThat stuff isnât due for months.â
âThe test is in June and September. I might have to take it a few times.â
Miguel said, âWho the hell wants to take a test more than once?â
âI thought maybe youâd help me with my essays. Some of the tests make you write them.â
âI donât do essays in the summer,â Miguel said. âIf you had a geography problem, I might help you with that.â Miguel and his family were into a practice they called âorienteering.â Theyentered contests in which they were dropped in a strange forest or field or even a city with only a compass and a few landmarks. Finn had no idea why anyone would want to get lost on purpose.
âThere are only three real roads in Bone Gap,â said Finn. âWhat kind of geography problem would I have?â
âWell, if you planned to go somewhere else.â
Finn imagined Roza sitting on a bus or perched in the window seat of a plane, blue sky behind her. âGo where?â
âI donât know. Saint Louis. Cincinnati. Chicago.â
Finn grunted.
âWhat have you got against Chicago?â
âToo big.â
âSince when?â
âToo many people.â
âWhat have you got against people?â
Finn hated crowds. Thousands of people bumping and churning. âToo many opinions.â
âI went to my grandmaâs yesterday. She won one of those exercise video game systems at bingo last weekend. My dad set it up for her and we all played with it.â
âOkay.â
âIt said I was obese. When I stepped on the console, the little guy that was supposed to be me on the screen blew up like a tick.â
Miguel was as solid as a fireplug. âThatâs dumb,â Finn said.
âPoint is, even games have opinions. But I canât even put onweight when I want to. The ghost is eating all the cookies.â
The Corderos lived in an enormous, sprawling farmhouse, with an attic so packed with junk that Miguelâs little brother had once gotten lost for a whole afternoon. (No compass.) Sometimes, at night, you could hear strange noises coming from that attic, and other times, food went missing. The people of Bone Gap said it was the ghost of the old lady whoâd died there fifty years before. Miguel thought it was a poltergeist, a sort of mischievous spirit that liked to play tricks on the living. That, or corn on the loose.
Finn didnât believe in ghosts, and though the corn wouldnât stop yapping at him, he was pretty sure it stayed put. âI think your little brother is eating all the cookies.â
âHe says heâs not.â
âHe also said that he didnât shave your dog.â
âTrue,â said Miguel.
They kept walking. The smells of hot dogs and cotton candy mixed with the ripe scent of the animals. Miguel kept up his steady chatter about girls, but none of them stood out much. A pink face, a brown face, yellow hair, red hair, cutoffs everywhere. Well, Finn did like the cutoffs.
âThat one has nice knees,â Finn said, finally.
âKnees?â Miguel threw up his hands.
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