After Obsession by Carrie Jones & Steven E. Wedel

Author:Carrie Jones & Steven E. Wedel [Jones, Carrie & Wedel, Steven E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: History, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Social Science, Love & Romance, Ethnic Studies, Native American Studies, Native American
ISBN: 9781599906812
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2011-09-13T00:00:00+00:00

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AIMEE

Gramps tromps through the door and doesn’t even pause when he sees Alan at the table doing homework with his giant long limbs sprawling everywhere. He just puts his hat on the coat hook, takes his shoes off, and slides on his bright yellow Crocs, which are hideously ugly. Then he Croc-walks over to me, kisses the top of my head, and says, “Well, who do we have here?”

Alan stands up, hitting the table with his thigh. Papers jiggle. He reaches out his hand. “Alan Parson, sir.”

I half want to laugh but the other half of me is so proud that he’s polite.

Gramps takes his hand and shakes it. “Good to meet you. I’d ask if you were tutoring Aimee, but I know she doesn’t need a tutor. Is she tutoring you?”

“No, sir … I …” Alan looks to me for help.

“We’re just hanging out,” I say.

Gramps nods. “What happened to the other one?”

“He turned out to be a racist,” I finally admit.

Gramps digests that pretty quickly and nods at Alan. “And you’re the race he was ist against, huh? You Native American?”

Alan’s fingers twitch a little. “Part. Navajo.”

“Good. Good. This place is too damn white anyway.” Gramps heads toward the fridge.

Alan’s smiling this ridiculously large smile and just watching him. It’s pretty obvious he likes Gramps.

“He’s Court’s cousin. He and his mom just moved here from Oklahoma,” I explain, then feel like a total jerk. “I’m sorry. I’m talking about you in the third person.”

Alan just smiles even bigger and shrugs.

“Aimee tell you about our Cheeto? Looks just like Marilyn Monroe.” Gramps whirls around. “You do know who Marilyn Monroe is?”

“I know.” Alan sits back down at the table. He stretches out his legs beneath it. His calves are on either side of my legs. “I think it’s amazing what people will pay for it.”

“I’ll tell you what’s amazing.” Gramps makes us wait for it, pouring some water. “What’s amazing is that we even had a bag of Cheetos in this house in the first place, with Little Miss Health Nut here.” He gestures to me.

Alan clears his throat. “She can’t be that bad if you’re having hamburgers for dinner.”

“You staying?” Gramps asks.

Nodding, Alan looks to me for verification. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s okay.” Gramps asks me, “You tell him what we’re having?”

“Burgers,” I say innocently.

“Not hamburgers. Veggie burgers. You ever have veggie burgers?”

“Uh … no. I’m from Oklahoma. If it doesn’t bleed, we don’t eat it.”

“Exactly.” Gramps claps him on the back. “Man after my own heart. Your brother home yet?”

It takes me a second to realize that he’s talking to me again. “Benji? No … I think the Vachons are dropping him off.”

Gramps snorts. “He’ll put you through the wringer. Don’t let him bully you. He’s all of four foot eight, but he’s one intimidating little son of a gun.”

“I won’t,” Alan says.

The door flies open and there’s Benji. He stands there gaping and then points at Alan. “It’s him!”

Nobody says anything.

Benj rushes over to Alan. “You are freaking huge.

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