And Don't Bring Jeremy

And Don't Bring Jeremy by Marilyn Levinson Read Free Book Online

Book: And Don't Bring Jeremy by Marilyn Levinson Read Free Book Online
Authors: Marilyn Levinson
Tags: middle grade
    “All right. Let’s go and see Tommy,” I agreed. “I sure don’t have anything better to do.”
    Tommy was sitting on his front steps reading comic books. He was skinny and small, small even for a kid in third grade, and his glasses kept sliding down his nose. As soon as he saw Jeremy he jumped up and ran toward him. I’d never seen anyone so happy to see my brother before.
    “Hey, Jeremy,” he shouted, hopping up and down, “I just knew you’d come today. We can finish our game of ghosts in the castle.” Then he noticed me and began stammering. “Who—who’s this? How come—I mean, I didn’t know you brought someone with you.”
    “This is my brother, Adam,” Jeremy said. He sounded proud of me. “He’s a pitcher on his Little League team.”
    It was my turn to be embarrassed. “Yeah, well—hi, Tommy.”
    Jeremy laughed. I’d never seen him so delighted. “I finally got you two together. My two brothers.”
    Shyly, Tommy looked me up and down. “Does he like to play make-believe games, too?”
    “He used to,” Jeremy explained. “But now he likes sports.”
    “Not like us?” Tommy asked seriously.
    “No, not like us.”
    We stood there, not knowing what to do next. Finally I said, “Why don’t you two go play your game? I’ll stay here and read these comic books.”
    Jeremy looked at me questioningly. “You sure you don’t mind?”
    “Naw,” I said, sorry I’d come with him in the first place. I couldn’t help thinking about the softball game going on this very minute.
    Jeremy looked relieved. “We usually play in Tommy’s backyard. He has lots of trees and bushes to hide behind.”
    I sure didn’t want to watch Jeremy making a fool out of himself, hiding behind bushes with this little kid. “I’ll stay right here on the front steps,” I said.
    “Okay.” Jeremy took off in his funny run, Tommy right behind him. Two strange ducks, I thought, and one of them has to be my brother.
    I read the two Archie comics quickly. Again I had nothing to do. I decided to walk around to the back and tell Jeremy I was leaving.
    My brother was standing over Tommy, his arms outstretched. He spoke in deep, ominous tones: “I will throw you into my dungeon and tear you apart, limb by limb, if you do not tell me where the jewels are hidden.”
    I almost burst out laughing. Thirteen years old and still acting like a clown.
    Tommy was down on his knees. With his hands clasped together and his sad expression, he looked like he was about to cry. “Oh, please don’t hurt me, Morgan,” he whimpered. “I cannot tell you where the treasure is. It isn’t mine and—” He broke off when he realized I was standing there watching.
    “Sorry,” I apologized. “I just came to tell you I’m going home.”
    “All right,” Jeremy said in his normal voice. “See you later.”
    I rode home thinking about Jeremy and Tommy. Jeremy sure was weird, playing make-believe games with a little kid. But looking at it from his point of view, I couldn’t blame him. He had no friends his own age. He didn’t like sports or computers or board games. And there was little Tommy Stein, crazy about him. Even I could see that. Tommy actually looked up to my brother. He had to be the only person in the whole world who did.
    Since I had nothing to do when I got home, I figured I’d tackle something Mom had been after me for weeks to take care of—cleaning out my junk. I started on my desk drawers, throwing out old pencils without erasers, last year’s baseball cards, and other things. The wastepaper basket was half full, and I was about to start on my bookcase when I heard a noise behind me. I spun around. Mom was standing in the doorway.
    “Hi,” she said, smiling. “Whatever are you doing?”
    “Cleaning out my room.”
    “Finally.” She glanced at the junk I’d thrown out. Then, instead of being pleased like I thought she’d be, she frowned.
    “Is everything all right, Adam? I mean, you don’t usually

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