the bare underside of your foot and it feels as if youâre going to be crippled for life.
I know because I used to wear them around when Tiffani would babysit me two years ago, when everyone still thought I needed a babysitter. Reggie stopped having a babysitter when he was, like, in third grade.
â⦠and then, after they got me down to the police station and took my fingerprints, they realized it wasnât even me!â said Jordan. âThe person they originally arrested back on Valentineâs Day had given the cops my information, but our fingerprints didnât match. So they let me go, and I called Tiffani to come and get me!â Jordan was talking faster than Iâd ever heard her talk before, plucking up her hair and letting it fall over her shoulders again and again. I noticed that she was wearing a necklace Iâd never seen before, a small gold J filled withtiny diamonds. Those couldnât be real diamonds, could they? My aunt Susie was a single mom with about ten jobs, and Jordan had had to save up for her car.
âSomeone got arrested for something else and gave them Jordanâs name,â added Tiffani. âThen, when she didnât show up in court for her hearing, a warrant was put out for the real Jordanâs arrest. Or something. I think thatâs how it works.â She giggled even though it wasnât funny.
âThatâs how it works,â said Mark Clark. âItâs called identity theft.â
âIs that a new shirt, Mark? The colorâs really good on you. It brings out the blue in your eyes,â said Tiffani.
Was Tiffani hitting on my brother? Eeeeow.
âBut didnât they take a mug shot of the original person when they arrested him, er, her?â I asked. It just leaped out of my mouth.
Both Jordan and Tiffani spun around, surprised. They looked me up and down. I was still wearing my pjâs, and my hair was snarling up pretty good on one side.
âHow you doing?â Mark Clark asked, all concerned. I could tell he still felt pretty guilty about my getting electrocuted.
âLike ⦠like ⦠gack â¦â I stuck my tongue out and put my hands around my throat, like I was choking myself.
âHey, people die from electric shocks every day,â he said.
âNot in an art gallery getting a fractal made from their brain waves in front of a bunch of strangers,â I said. I was surprised at my toneânormally Iâm not allowed to give toneâbut I felt entitled, somehow.
Jordan wanted to know what happened and I filled her in, even though I really didnât want to talk about it.
âWell, cousin, just donât let anyone ever say you donât look beautiful in the morning,â said Jordan, punching my shoulder.
âI wonât,â I said, punching her right back.
I could tell she was only half teasing, but for some reason I didnât really care. Weird, huh? Before I got electrocuted I might have
said
, âI wonât,â but it would be just to look like I didnât care, but inside I
would
care. Inside, I would worry about what Jordan really meant and how Gigantor ugly she thought I really looked. But I knew that besides my messy hair I just looked like my normal Minerva self.
Jordan and Tiffani traded one of those âwhatâs up with her?â glances.
I was more interested in Jordanâs identity theft. I knew from TV they always took mug shots.
âThatâs the totally sucky part,â said Tiffani, adjusting her rubber bracelets. âThey had a mug shot of theoriginal person, but it was around the same time the police department switched to digital camerasââ
âI read about that in the paper,â said Mark Clark. âThey lost about ten daysâ worth of photos because they forgot to upload pictures onto the hard drive.â
âSo they lost the picture of the person who said she was me,â said Jordan.