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sure.”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œReally.”
    â€œWas this a bad idea?” Sally asked, sounding apologetic.
    Wedge didn’t quite understand King’s reply. “Well,” he said, “it was great in theory.”
    Then they both laughed. A happy-sad-exhausted laugh.
    Sally said that they were staying in Madison. The next day they’d be visiting the capital and the zoo. Then they’d go camping. Andrew was being a real gentleman, she told King. A real little trooper. Next, Andrew came on the line sounding like an overexcited mouse with the sniffles. Then Sally and King whispered how much they loved and missed each other.
    Wedge couldn’t stand to listen any longer. He left the phone on the floor and went to his room, the note still pressed in the palm of his hand. He changed into his pajamas and plopped down in bed. He didn’t know what to think. He curled tightly around his pillow. Hugging with all his might. Falling asleep easily would be nearly impossible. He kept smelling lilacs and hearing Sally’s words: “. . . and if things are that bad, I’ll come home right now .”
    Wedge was starting to get an idea. Working out the details would get him through the long, lonely night.

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7. Wedge’s Idea
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    I t was still dark when Wedge woke up. He had been dreaming. Dreaming about Sally’s wedding. In reality, it had been a small ceremony at the courthouse in downtown Mayfield just two days earlier. No one came because that was the way Sally had wanted it. It had been only the four of them—Sally, King, Wedge, and Andrew. But in Wedge’s dream it was different.
    In his dream, Judith, Jackie, and Eric were there. The rest of Wedge’s classmates were there, too. And so was a big, tall man wearing a black three-piece suit, a black cowboy hat, and mirror sunglasses. Wedge knew that the man was his real father. He had to be.
    When the judge got to the part about vesting his power and pronouncing King and Sally man and wife, the cowboy jumped up, grabbed Sally, kissed her, took Wedge by the hand, and whisked them out of the courthouse. Outside, a silver limousine with Texas longhorns as a hood ornament was waiting. The three of them happily sped away, while Wedge’s classmates cheered and King and Andrew stood with their mouths dropped open like big O’ s.
    Wedge had added the part about the limo after he woke up, but it was a good dream just the same. One of his best.
    Wedge glanced at the Big Ben alarm clock on his dresser. Its small, round face glowed, so you could read it easily no matter what time it was. Three forty-five A.M. the clock indicated. Wedge knew he couldn’t fall asleep again. He stared upward, remembering the dream and adding more details to it. The ceiling could have been the night sky, it was still so dark. Wedge was thinking up new dreams. Dreams in which scandalous things happened to King and Andrew. A grin split his face every few minutes.
    Wedge got up and pulled on his Green Bay Packer slippers and his Star Wars robe. He quietly slid across the bedroom floor, went downstairs, stopped in the kitchen for some cookies, and ended up in the living room. He turned on the small lamp that sat on one of the end tables. It cast a yellowish glow around the room. Wedge had to admit that this room looked classy, although he’d never let on. Three of the walls were wallpapered; the other was painted the color of butterscotch. The wallpaper had outdoor scenes with pheasants and pinecones and ferns printed on. Besides the pheasants, there was some other kind of bird on the wallpaper, peeking out from between the ferns. Wedge didn’t know what kind it was. The scenes were done up in shades of brown, orange, green, and a reddish color that looked like dried blood.
    Scattered around the room were five brown leather bean-bag chairs. They reminded Wedge of squashed taffy apples. Or big brown balls that let out a deep breath