Inside Out by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin [Martin, Ann M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-4532-9799-5
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2014-03-19T15:40:00+00:00

11. My Brilliant Idea

MARCH IS SUPPOSED TO come in like a lion and go out like a lamb. But this March was backward. It had come in like a lamb with warm, sunny weather the first week or so, then had become more and more lionish, with cold air and gray days and a few little snowstorms. And on the night of March 31 we had an honest-to-goodness blizzard, which meant April came in like a lion.

Now it was the middle of April, and after all the blizzards and stuff, spring was finally here. I wondered if James noticed. I knew spring was not a terribly cool thing to think about; I was sure Alan and Chris and the others didn’t care about chirping birdies or blooming flowers, but I did. And I had an idea Pete and Termite and Stephanie and Claudia did, too. Or maybe everyone did and the difference between the in-kids and the rest of us was that we would admit it and they wouldn’t. It was hard to tell.

This is what I was thinking over one warm April afternoon as I sat on our front porch after school. I wasn’t exactly bored, but I couldn’t think of anything to do, either. So I sat and dreamed.

After a little while a blue VW van pulled up our driveway. The driver got out, jogged around to the back door, and opened it. Slowly, very slowly, James eased himself and his Flintstones lunchbox off the seat and down the step. The step was pretty high, but the driver let James alone, and James managed everything fine.

He’d been going to school full days for a week now. He didn’t get home until three-thirty or four in the afternoon. It seemed like a long day for a four-year-old. On the other hand, James wasn’t any ordinary four-year-old.

The driver slammed the door shut and said good-bye to James. James flapped his free hand in front of his eyes and galloped over to me.

“Hi, James,” I said with a smile.

“Oh-ma,” he answered.

I sighed.

A piece of white paper was pinned to James’s jacket. It didn’t say who it was for, so I unfastened it and read it.

Dear Petersons,

Please send in separate photographs of every member of your family. If possible, they should be fairly recent so James can recognize them. I need them for speech sessions. Thanks!

Edie

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