Part 2 (1/2)

Glenna was small and neat and ordinary and boring and irritating. That's what I thought. I thought Maureen felt sorry for her. The first time Glenna came along with us to the pool, I thought we were doing our good deed for the day. Then she came again, and I thought, Oh, great.

Pretty soon she was going everywhere with us, and I started to wonder how Maureen and I could get rid of her without hurting her feelings.

In the middle of June our family went on vacation.

”I'll miss you,” Maureen said. ”Send me postcards.”

”Okay, I will,” I said. ”Have fun with Glenna.” That was supposed to be a joke, but Maureen missed it.

She just said, ”Okay. Call me when you get back.”

We went to the ocean, to a cottage with white pebbles for a yard, on an island at the other end of twelve hours of driving. The last part of the road had ocean on both sides, then a drawbridge. When we opened the car doors and stepped out, the ocean breezes blew our sticky clothes loose from our sweaty skin, and for two whole weeks we forgot all about Seldem. I'd never asked myself before, I'd never had to, What if while we were off forgetting our regular life, what if our regular life, or some part of it, forgot about us? And then, what if it didn't ever remember?

If I thought about Glenna Flaiber at all, I guess I hoped that she would evaporate while I was gone. But she seemed to have congealed, like cold gravy and then cement, and I was the one turning into thin air.

There she was at Maureen's, the first day after our vacation. I walked over with a souvenir for Maureen, a pretty little round box with a lid, woven of straw. There were seash.e.l.ls around the edge, and colored straw flower patterns were embroidered on the top somehow. I had bought one for myself, too. They were cheap.

I found Maureen alone on the front stoop, with an Italian ice. ”Maureen,” I shouted, ”we're back!”

”Deb!” she shouted back. ”Hi!”

The screen door opened behind her, and Glenna stepped out. ”Hi, Debbie,” she said. She had an Italian ice, too.

”Oh,” I said. ”Hi, Glenna.”

She smiled. It was the kind of smile where the parts of the face are in the correct position, but that's all you can say for it She turned to Maureen and said, ”Your mom is ready to go now.” To me, she said, ”We're going up to the carnival, in Birdvale.”

”Wanna come?” Maureen asked.

”Is there room in the car, with your brother and sister?” Glenna asked Maureen.

”We can squish in,” said Maureen.

”I didn't bring any money,” I said.

”That's too bad,” said Glenna. ”Maybe another time.”

”My mom can give you some,” Maureen said. ”Come on.”

So we went.

It was weird.

The carnival in Birdvale is a little weird, even when you're happy. It's one of those fake fun places where the flas.h.i.+ng lights and the music, the spinning rides, the booths full of prizes, and the smell of the food are all trying to convince you that you're having a great time. Personally I always have more fun when n.o.body's telling me I'm supposed to. I do like the rides, though. And the pizza. And I guess the lights and the music. And it's always fun to see who's there, especially who's there with who. Okay, it's fun. But slimy.

Slimy, because it's on the football field, which is down by the river and would rather be a swamp. The carnival people spread straw around, but it doesn't take long for all the polished toenails and white sandals to trample the straw into the mud, which then oozes up until everyone is dirty and wet up to the ankles. And slimy because of things like the prizes, which seem extravagant and luxurious while you're there, but if you ever win one and take it home, it turns out to be cheap and stupid.

Three is a lousy number in a lot of ways. One of those ways is that carnivals always have rides with seats that hold two people, so one person has to act as if she doesn't mind waiting by the fence or riding in a seat by herself or with some other leftover. This is why the Three Musketeers became friends with D'Artagnan. Not because of carnivals but because the number three is not a happy number. I know that in geometry the triangle is supposed to be an extremely stable shape, as in the pyramids, but in real life triangles are almost never equilateral. There are always two corners that are closer together, while the third is off a little ways by itself.

I was off a little ways eating some french fries from a paper boat, watching Glenna and Maureen ride the Calypso, when the idea first came to me that Maureen actually liked Glenna. Glenna was shouting over the noise and music of the ride. Whatever she shouted, it made Maureen laugh, and Glenna was laughing, too. They were spinning around together and laughing, their hands up in the air, slammed together by centrifugal force against the painted metal sh.e.l.l of their twirling car. I was in some other not-laughing universe, leaning on a fence that was standing perfectly still. The ride ended, and they tumbled and spun, still laughing, out of the car and through the gate. It seemed as if they might tumble right past me then, and I blurted out, ”Anyone want a frenen fry?

Maureen spun my way and said, ”Oh, yum!”

Glenna said, ”No, thanks, I don't like greasy food.”

This was wise, because I was planning to put a curse on her french fry that would make her throw up on the next ride.

”Oh, well.” I shrugged. ”More for us.”

Then I said, ”I love greasy food.”

”Especially when it's salty,” added Maureen.

We gobbled up the french fries, and now it was Maureen and I who were together while Glenna remained on her greaseless, unsalted planet.

”Let's go on the Zipper,” I said to Maureen.

”Okay,” she said.

So we did, and then we all played a game of tossing quarters onto plates balanced on bottle tops. I won a lime green cross-eyed bunny, which I gave to Maureen. I said, ”Here, I want you to have this because you mean so much to me. And because I don't want to carry it around.”

She grinned and said, ”Oh, wow. Thanks a lot.”

She glanced down at the bunny as she took it, then held it up to Glenna and said, ”Does this remind you of anything?” Glenna crossed her eyes, they both laughed, and that was one for Glenna. Then it was her turn to ride with Maureen, and that was two. Glenna and I weren't taking any turns together, but no one mentioned that. Maureen was too busy having a great time to notice. Glenna was having a great time, too. I wasn't exactly having a great time. I felt off-balance, as if someone kept borrowing my right foot for a few minutes. As if someone were moving into my house while I still lived there.

The three of us wobbled around the d.i.n.ky midway like a triangle trying to walk I could see the gra.s.s already turning yellow under the parked trailers and their thick tangled piles of extension cords. I could feel some odd new feelings-uneasy, spiteful, shapeless ones-creeping in.

I hate this stupid carnival, I thought, sitting on a bench across from the Ferris wheel as the other two points of the triangle rose up into the blue sky.

When we had spent all the money Mrs. Berck was willing to throw down the drain, we walked back to the car, where she was waiting reading a book It made sense geographically for me to be dropped off first I got out and watched the car pull away. It was no different from a million times before. Through the rear window, beyond the collapsed Kleenex box and the green bunny, I saw Maureen's and Glenna's heads turn toward each other, and I felt myself falling away behind. But what could I do? I lived here; it was where I had to get out.

I walked over to rinse my feet off under the spigot. I didn't know how to wash away a crumminess that seemed to be swimming around in my heart The garage door opened, and my dad pushed the lawn mower out from inside. He put a pretend surprised look on his face.

”Why, h.e.l.lo there, long-lost daughter,” he said. ”How's every little thing?”

”Okay,” I said. I mustered up a smile from somewhere, mostly from his words and the sound of his voice. His words and his voice and my scrounged-up smile pushed the crummy feeling a little way off to the side, and I thought, Probably it was all in my mind.

It's because I was on vacation, I thought I'm back now.

Don't be a dope, I thought. Maureen is your best friend.

But something was happening; something I couldn't see was s.h.i.+fting. When Maureen and I were together without Glenna, everything seemed fine. Almost. We had fun. We still laughed a lot. But before, when we laughed, we were just laughing. We couldn't help it; it just happened. Laughing and other kinds of thoughts or feelings traveled between us like breathing. Now I found myself holding on to good moments as if I could save them up and prove something to somebody.

It was getting hard even to be with Maureen without Glenna because Glenna was there so much. When I called Maureen on the phone, Glenna had already called. Or Maureen wasn't at home because she was sleeping over at Glenna's. Or I could hear Glenna's dippy voice in the background. Maureen always invited me to come along. And I would go, even though being together with Maureen and Glenna was not that much fun.

I couldn't figure out how Glenna managed to make so many plans so far ahead all the time.