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better,” he said.
    â€œThat’s great, Brian.”
    â€œIs Taxi in her cooler?”
    Taxi had refused to go in the cooler. She hated it. Secretly, this made me a little bit glad. “No, Brian. Sorry.”
    â€œWant a cookie?”
    â€œDid your mom make them?” Brian’s mom made the worst cookies.Whole wheat, sunflower seeds, and who knew what else. Brian’s mom was a health food nut. Maybe he was offering just to get rid of them.
    â€œI helped her. I rolled the dough.With a big rolling pin. It’s heavy.”
    I was hungry. But not that hungry. “No sweets before dinner.”
    â€œYou can take one for later,” said Brian. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick cookie. It looked like a dog biscuit
    â€œOh, hey,” I said quickly. “Here comes Melody.”
    Melody crossed Brian’s yard. She carried a half sandwich in each hand.
    â€œWant a cookie?” Brian said to Melody.
    Melody gave me a knowing look. “Uh, not now, Brian.”
    Brian’s eyes got sad. I think he was being genuinely generous.
    â€œI brought sandwiches for you and Sly. Tuna.” She held them out. She was being generous too.
    I took a bite of my half sandwich. And suddenly I got into the spirit of generosity. “Taxi,” I called.
    Taxi came running.
    I put a piece of sandwich in Taxi’s cooler and shoved the cooler in Taxi’s path.
    She went right inside.
    â€œYay!” screamed Brian. He threw the cookie into the air and ran around us.“Taxi loves her cooler!”
    Melody peeked into the cooler. “She sure likes tuna.”
    â€œIt’s her favorite,” I said.
    â€œTaxi tuna, tuna Taxi,” screamed Brian. He threw his half sandwich into the cooler.
    â€œI’m glad you came over.” I finished eating. “Thanks for the food.”
    â€œReady to pull me?”
    â€œNo. I’m ready to talk,” I said.
    â€œI knew this was coming,” said Melody.
    â€œWhy did you join the swim team when you hate swimming?”
    â€œI need to get comfortable in the water.”
    â€œWhy?” I asked.

    Melody looked away.
    â€œI’m your best friend, Melody.”
    â€œAll right, but you can’t tell.”
    â€œI’d never tell your secrets,” I said.
    â€œI won’t either,” said Brian.
    â€œYou told Jack about the swim team.”
    â€œThat was a mistake,” I said.
    â€œI never talk to Jack,” said Brian. “Or just sometimes. Just Saturdays. I only talk to Jack on Saturdays. And sometimes Tuesdays. And June. Sometimes June.”
    Brian loves June. His birthday is in June.
    â€œI know it has to do with spring,” I said. “So just tell.”
    â€œThe school spring play is going to be The Little Mermaid. ”
    â€œI love the little mermaid,” said Brian.
    â€œEveryone loves her,” said Melody.
    And I got it. “That’s what you meant about getting picked.You want the part.”
    â€œYou have no idea how hard it is to move a kickboard fast, Sly. I kick like a maniac, and all I do is make bubbles and get tired.”
    â€œWhat’s the kickboard got to do with the play?”
    â€œI want to be a good mermaid. But you can’t tell anyone, because they might join the swim team too, and get better than me.”
    This was way too dumb for Melody. Maybe she really had lost her mind. “Melody, mermaids don’t kick,” I said softly. “They don’t have legs.”
    Melody’s eyes teared up. “Well, I know that.”
    â€œAnd the play will be on the stage. The water will just be a blue sheet or something.”
    Melody’s bottom lip quivered.“I know that too. But the swim team coach is the drama teacher. And he believes in method acting.”
    â€œWhat’s that?” asked Brian.
    Exactly my question.
    â€œIt’s where actors try to really experience something, so they can act