point.
Dinner
âFirst, no more having people roll you with the rolling pin.â
âIt didnât work anyway,â said Brian.
âSecond, no more wearing duct tape rolls and magnets on your ankles.â
Brian looked away.
At least he wasnât a liar. He wouldnât make a promise he had no intention of keeping.
âWant to tell me why youâre doing these strange things?â I asked.
âBrian,â called his mother from the kitchen door. âDo you want humus for dinner? Or tofu?â
âRaisins,â said Brian.
His mother shut the door.
âWhatâs humus?â I asked.
âYellow mush.â
âWhatâs tofu?â
âWhite stuff. It jiggles.â
âRaisins are a good choice,â I said.
He nodded.
I thought about Brianâs dinner. âWant to eat with us tonight? Weâre having chicken and rice.â
âOkay.â
So I asked Mrs. Olsen and she agreed.
It was my job to make the rice. Iâm good at it. I let Brian help me measure. âTwo cups,â I said. âThatâs plenty.â
Brian looked in the pot with dismay. âThatâs nothing. Weâre going to be hungry.â
âNo we wonât. Weâll add water and boil it, and it will fill the pot.â
âReally?â
âSure, water makes it swell.â
âGood,â said Brian.
Hired
The phone rang early Sunday morning. It was for me.
âSly, this is Mrs. Olsen.â
âGood morning, Mrs. Olsen.â
âI want to hire youâas Sly the Sleuth.â
âIs it about Brian? About how strange heâs acting?â
âYes,â said Mrs. Olsen.
Taxi loved Brian. Brian was good to her. He had made her a picnic cooler to sleep in. So Taxi would care about this case. Probably any cat would.
Plus, I loved Brian too. âI accept the job,â I said.
âHow much money do you charge for being a sleuth?â
No adult had ever asked me that before. All my past clients had been kids. They paid me with objects, not money. I felt silly to name a price. And I had no idea what the price should be. âFor you, nothing,â I said, wondering if I should have asked for ten dollars.
âThen Iâll pay you in cookies,â said Mrs. Olsen.
I should have asked for ten dollars. âThatâs not necessary,â I said.
âOh, I love to bake, donât worry about that.â
âLetâs count yesterdayâs cookies as payment,â I said.
She laughed. âThatâs only the first installment.â
I gave up. âWe might as well get started. Has Brian done anything else strange?â
âThatâs why Iâm calling so early. Heâs in the bathtub.â
Iâd given Brian a bath before. He made his rubber shark eat his rubber ducklings. Then he made his rubber ducklings gang up against the shark and eat it. He loved baths. âTaking a bath isnât strange,â I said.
âHeâs been in there for an hour. He says heâs not getting out till it works.â
Thatâs what Brian had talked about Saturdayâsomething working. âTill what works?â I asked.
âI have no idea,â said Mrs. Olsen. âHe wonât give me a straight answer. But heâs really sad. Thatâs why I hired you.â
The Blues
I knocked on the bathroom door. âWant to get out of the tub, Brian?â
âNot till it works.â
âCan I come in?â
âYes.â
I went in and closed the toilet seat cover and sat on it. Brian was underwater except for the oval of his eyes and nose and mouth.
âWhatâs supposed to work?â
âThe water.â
I made a show of examining him. âItâs working,â I said.
âReally?â Brian sat up. He inspected his arms and legs. âNo itâs not.â
âYou look pretty clean to me,â I said.
Brian plopped back under the water. âIt better