stairs that lead to the second floor of our house seemed to have grown even steeper as I went up them. If I tried to talk to her, how would Brenda react? Would there be tears? Yelling? Would she order me out of her room? Shove me back down the stairs? What should I say to her?
The door to her room was closed. I decided that knocking was unwise, since she could just tell me I couldnât come in. I opened the door a crack and spoke.
âItâs Lee. Ready to talk?â
I didnât wait for an answer. I just slipped inside.
Brenda was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, leaning back against two pillows. She was still dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, though sheâd kicked her tennis shoes off. Sodden tissues were heaped on the bed beside her. She didnât speak, or even look at me.
I sat down on the foot of the bed. âDo you think Joe can beat Will up?â
Brenda gasped. âOh! Willâs really strong! And Willâs a lotâwell, younger than Joe is.â
âYes, but Joeâs wily. He was a wrestling champion, you know. And heâs extremely mad at Will.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Will made you unhappy.â
She sobbed. âWhy should Joe care?â
âYouâre our babysitter. I mean, sister!â
Brenda gave a funny little laugh, more like a hiccup. âOh, Lee! Youâre so funny!â
âLie down,â I said. âIâll rub your back the way my grandmother used to rub mine.â
I was rather surprised when Brenda complied, flopping onto her stomach. I stood up, leaned over her, and began to rub her shoulders. I didnât ask any questions, and she continued to cry quietly, but after about five minutes she spoke.
âOh, Lee, it was awful! Will says Marco Spear canât act!â
Marco Spear couldnât act? That was what all this drama was about?
Somehow I managed to refrain from either laughing or blurting out, âWhoever thought he could?â I just kept rubbing Brendaâs back, and after I had control of myself I said, âHow did this quarrel come up, Brenda?â
One of the activities Will and Brenda both enjoyed, of course, was movies. âI mean films,â she said. So both had taken a college course in film criticism. âYou know,â Brenda said, âarts and humanities requirement.â
Since Young Blackbeard had been the most popular film of the spring semester, each classâthe one at Michigan State and the one at North Texas Junior Collegeâhad discussed it. Brenda had come away convinced that the film was a masterpiece and that Marco Spearâs performance was worthy of an Academy Award. Will had been convinced that the movie was a piece of trash and that Marco Spear was a complete ham.
âItâs not just that we disagree,â Brenda said, sniffing.
âItâs that he didnât respect your opinion,â I said.
âNo! He didnât! And besidesââshe sobbedââhe said I only liked Marco Spear because heâs s-s-sexy!â
I longed to laugh, but Brendaâs emotional upset was too serious to take lightly. âDo you think Will could be jealous?â
âOf Marco Spear? Thatâs silly! Heâs not a real person.â
Of course, Marco Spear definitely was a real person, but I understood what Brenda meant.
At least the commotion gave Brenda and me a good reason to have a heart-to-heart talk, and I found out some interesting information.
Brenda wasnât at all sure how she felt about Will. He was âreally, really nice.â And a lot of fun. And she liked him. (I interpreted that as meaning she found him sexually attractive.) Yes, someday she might want to marry him. But back in Texas she was involved in activities and fun at the area junior college. And there was another guy. âWeâve gone out since junior high. Itâs not serious! â (Did that mean she wasnât sexually attracted to him?
Lynch Marti, Elena M. Reyes