Day 10, Wednesday, 11:14 PM
Itâ€™s super late and Iâ€™m dizzy dog tired but I just have to tell you about what happened tonight. And itâ€™s not just one thing, itâ€™s a whole horde of things. So Iâ€™m typing very quickly and very quietly because I donâ€™t want to wake anyone. (Mom actually believed me when I told her I was staying up late to work on a school assignment. I feel so evil.)
First off, Joel called me from the coast and said he was about to play his first real gig! And I was the only person he wanted to talk to about how excited he was! Well, he didnâ€™t say that, exactly, but hey â€“ he called me, right? I must be important!
It was so awesome to hear his voice, even if it was a little crackly over long-distance. He said that his band is playing in an auditorium where Llama Mama has played! Can you imagine? Thatâ€™s like almost practically sharing a stage with Plato Legalos!
â€œYou HAVE to take pictures,â€ I ordered. â€œI want a slideshow presentation with video, audio, bullets, fade-outs…you know, like the stuff Mr. Weingarten shows us in Geography class.â€
â€œYes, I promise a full report,â€ he laughed. â€œIâ€™ll have a lot to tell â€“ weâ€™re leaving the continent tomorrow. Iâ€™ve never been out of the country.â€ He paused a moment, and then his voice became very serious. â€œI might not be able to call for a long time.â€
â€œHow long do you thinkâ€¦â€ I started to ask just as Dad barged in and started yapping at me.
â€œFran, your mom and I are going downtown for a bite to eat and maybe have a glass of wine, hit the dancefloor â€“ â€
â€œDad, Iâ€™m on long-distanceâ€¦good grief, what on earth are you wearing?â€
â€œItâ€™s for nightclubbing. You like?â€ Dad shimmied a little.
He grinned and sped off with Mom. I heard Joel laugh lightly over the phone.
â€œHey Fran, I gotta go soon. Weâ€™re up next and Rayna is kind of freaking out. I wish we could talk more. I, uhâ€¦wanted to ask you how you liked swimming today.â€
â€œHow did you know –?â€ I said stupidly a second before it dawned on me. â€œOh! You talked to your sister.â€
â€œYeah. Alicia told me that you and Thatcherâ€¦â€
We were interrupted once again before Joel could finish his sentence. This time Uncle Elvis appeared in front of me, his lips pressed together in a polite smile.
â€œUm, one second, Joel. What is it?â€ I asked, trying not to sound too impatient.
â€œI have some errands to run, and I canâ€™t find Rico or Bernie, soâ€¦youâ€™re in charge. Make sure Weezy gets a bottle.â€
â€œButâ€¦â€ I protested, just as Joel had to say goodbye.
â€œIâ€™ll write to you,â€ was the last thing he said. GAH! I felt like screaming. I wanted to talk to him for at least another five minutes. Make that five hours!
Instead I ended up babysitting, which wasnâ€™t too bad, really.
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