have we here? And she said oh nothing doctor. Just a couple of farts with bonnets on.â
Cassandra and I laughed until we both had to run inside to the bathroom.
âSo you get the joke?â I asked.
âWell, yeah. The doctor didnât know she was pregnant.â I looked at the floor.
âWhat?â Cassandra asked.
âMy mother says not to say
pregnant
. Ladies say
expecting
.â
Cassandra pushed her hair back and looked at me. âDo you know where babies come from?â she asked.
I know I blushed. âOf course. I mean ⦠yes. I didnât before, but I do now. Thatâs sort of what Kath â¦â
And when I was sitting on the toilet, Cassandra said, âDo you care what your mother says?â
âWell, yes ⦠I mean â¦â I stopped talking and thought a bit. âSometimes I just donât want to get in trouble. But sometimes I donât understand why she says what she says.â
âSo you think itâs easier if youâre an orphan?â
âWell, you can just make up your own mind about things. If you want to be a doctor or a singer or a movie star you can do it.â
âWhat do you want to be?â
âI want to be a writer.â I got up from the toilet and Cassandra took her turn.
âSo? Do your parents hide the paper and pens?â she asked.
âNo. But â¦â
âBut what? Tell you youâre no good? So what? Do you have to listen to them?â
âIf I say I want to be famous and special, they say Iâm bragging. Why is it bragging?â
Cassandra didnât answer right away. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands, and then she said, âMaybe itâs like the ugly duckling. Youâre really a swan and they donât know it and so theyâre trying real hard to keep you a duck like them.â
I suddenly felt all warm because Cassandra had done it. She had used a story to explain something, like when I said Kathy is my Josie Pye. So she
was
a book person! Even if she didnât know it. I was sure now. She was going to be my kindred spirit! So now I wanted to be very considerate.
âBut youâre not like me. You can be what you want. No one is trying to keep you a duck.â
âYes, but how can I be an actress if I donât stay anywhere long enough to take drama lessons? I canât even be in a school play because I keep changing schools.â
Cassandra opened a bathroom drawer and we got out Mrs. Fergusâs pinkberry meringue lipstick and put it on. Then Cassandra found the Maybelline eye pencil and we drew dark lines around our eyes and filled in our eyebrows and then we sprayed ourselves with Mrs. Fergusâs perfume, Evening in Paris. I donât know what I looked like but Cassandra looked really good. She looked like a real actress.
I suddenly got an idea.
âDo you want to be an actress?â
âMore than anything in the world.â
âIâve written a play. Itâs about a prince and a princess who fall in love, but an evil witch separates them and then the flower fairy gets them together again. We can put it on in the backyard. We can sell tickets and everything.â
For the first time Cassandra looked happy. She pushed back her hair and smiled. I told her she could be the beautiful princess. I thought sheâd like that.
But Cassandra Jovanovich said she wanted to be the evil witch.
Chapter 12
We hurried over to my house and I got out my play. Cassandra read it and I tried to read it over her shoulder.
âWell? Well? What do you think?â
âSh!â But then she said, âGo away till Iâm finished.â
So I went and got
Little House on the Prairie
and I tried to pay attention to Mary and Laura finding all the beads, but for the second time in my life I couldnât concentrate. My thoughts kept going to Cassandra Jovanovich. What if she hated my play? That would be tragical!
Finally she