Gifted by Beth Evangelista

Author:Beth Evangelista
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Walker Childrens
Published: 2005-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

My bodyguard and I ambled out into the bright sunshine, and after a few paces Mr. Zimmerman stopped, looked around him, and said, “We should bring the truck back here before we do any more work on the sets. Then we can just load them in as we finish them. What do you think, George?”

“That works for me!” I replied. If he had suggested skipping through a bed of hot coals on our way to visit the quicksand, I would have agreed, for as long as we stuck together, I knew I’d be safe.

We walked quietly through the Compound, Mr. Zimmerman probably resolving to get to the bottom of things a little better next time before meting out justice so quickly, while I mused on Hurricane Judith, that queen of storms, thinking that while the future might not look so hot for our important sand dune system, it was looking pretty radiant for me.

When we got to the parking lot, a stunning silver Chevy S-10 pickup stood alone and majestic under the noonday sun. Again I marveled at how this man could possess such a macho vehicle. But when I noticed that instead of standard pinstriping, the truck had been decorated with a long, winding scale of musical notes, I decided I’d been a little too hasty in my judgment. The leopard hadn’t changed his spots entirely.

The journey back was fun. The truck jogged along over the trail, and we bounced along inside it. Had I been a taller person, I probably would have arrived at journey’s end with a skull fracture or two. But I enjoyed it. Not that we ran over anybody or anything, but it made me feel somehow important seeing kid after kid make a diving leap to get out of the way only to look up and see my smiling face in the window.

But since the trip back is always a lot faster than the trip going, it was soon time once again to hike up the sleeves, spit on the hands, and simulate getting down to work. There were sets to build and backdrops to paint, and by gosh, I was going to prove to my music teacher once and for all that I had no mechanical ability whatsoever so that he’d take his time and think long and hard before he would ever ask for my help again.

I would dazzle him with my ineptitude.

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