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found him in the kitchen.
    â€œI want counseling,” I said. “To not be like this, okay?” I pointed at my big self.
    Grandpa fried eggs in a giant skillet. (Breakfast for dinner is a big deal at my house.) “All you wanted last night was lasagna. You didn’t want any salad,” he said.
    â€œI do now,” I said.
    â€œToo late,” he said, pointing at the eggs.
    â€œI want to get in shape. I want to get strong,” I said.
    â€œNo, you don’t,” Grandpa said.
    â€œYes. Show me how to get strong,” I said.
    â€œIt’s not going to be easy,” Grandpa said. “I don’t believe you have it in you.”
    I looked down at the floor. “I don’t want to be a turd anymore,” I whispered.
    Grandpa paused. I looked back up at him. He squinted, sizing me up. Steam and smoke poured off the eggs in front of him. The air crackled. “Did you steal money from me?” he asked. “I’m missing twenty bucks.”
    I paused. I swallowed. “Maybe,” I said. I shut my eyes hard. “Yes.”
    â€œUh-huh,” he nodded. “Good to know.”
    I nodded back at him.
    â€œOkay. We’ll work you out tomorrow,” he said. “Exercise. Start by eating only half the breakfast potatoes you normally do tonight. You overeat those carbohydrates, they turn to sugar, and you turn into a damn hippo with no energy. You got to stay in balance.” He turned back to the stove and began flipping an egg.
    â€œWell, why do you make that junk if it turns me into a fat ass?”
    â€œTuesday’s veggie chili didn’t go over too good, did it? Your dad told me never to make it again. He wants to suck crap as much as you do.”
    â€œOh,” I said. “Right.”
    Just then, Dad pulled into the garage.
    â€œDon’t tell Dad I’m doing this,” I said.
    â€œWhy not? He could use some motivation,” Grandpa said.
    â€œDon’t.”
    â€œFine, fine.” Grandpa nodded at me.
    Sir, Justin Cornell called me Chunk. RC III said I should get in shape. He said I’m light on my feet.
    After dinner, I texted Camille and Justin. I wrote, Need to speak immediately. We are definitely bamboozled. Go to Bitterroot for discussion?
    Justin replied, I have some things I have to do tonight. Busy.
    Camille replied, Playing poker with Grandma. Join us so we can discuss?
    I wrote her back, Sounds really great, but no thanks. Talk tomorrow.
    Camille always plays poker with her grandma. That wasn’t a surprise. A month earlier, I would’ve been totally surprised by Justin being busy, but he’d begged off seeing me on weekends several times recently. I was suspicious but couldn’t possibly have guessed what was really going on.
    And so I went to bed at 8 p.m. This was how I went to war that first night. I moaned and dreamed about eating donuts because I was very, very, very hungry because I didn’t eat much for dinner like Grandpa had said.
    Early the next morning, I got donuts, just not in my mouth.

CHAPTER 6
    Sir, I’m not lazy like that ass-pipe gym teacher Mr. McCartney would have you believe. In fact, I have no trouble getting up for work, okay? My first full summer day of work at Dante’s Donuts began at 5:30 a.m.
    I was up long before though. I sweated and then slept, dreamt about stuffing donuts in my face, then woke up and watched some crap on Netflix that just made me mad because it was stupid (something Justin recommended— The Burps ). Then I slept. Then I was totally wide awake at 4:30. My brain ticked. My accounting brain (probably get it from Dad, who’s the dean of accounting at MNLake Community College). It occurred to me that Kaus Company, owned by Kailey’s dad, isn’t the only food and drink company in town. Maybe another business might help the band out. Maybe my pal Dante of Dante’s Donuts might add a nickel to his donut prices and donate the