The A Girls Assisting
“The school called. Where have you been?” The mother was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her second daughter to return.
“Really? What did the school want? I was at the park. Met a new kid in town. His family just moved here. He’s adorable.” Alma tossed her body into a chair across from her mother and reluctantly their eyes finally met and unglazed.
“You know good and well what they wanted. You know I loathe that man. Why do you have to get in trouble when your principal is the biggest jackass in town? Do you get some pleasure out of making me have to see that man? What did I ever do to you that was so horrible?” The mother had risen from her chair to retrieve a plate of food from the oven. She sat the plate in front of her daughter and waited for a response.
Alma, looking at the plate decided not to go for the obvious bad cooking joke this time, “I spoke the truth only. Mr. McMutron is mildly retarded in his leadership capabilities. An observation of his decision making and performance bears that out.”
The mother unconsciously nodded as her youngest daughter, April, entered the kitchen. “I heard that. Murty Murt is totally without clues in this world. I feel bad for him and his really bald head.”
“Well, Alma. You must come with me to the principal’s office tomorrow at noon. There you will explain yourself and take whatever punishment is reasonable.” The mother clapped her hands toghether and left the room to resume her reading.
“He’s going to ask you if you want to be paddled or if you want a detention. I heard that is what all the kids get when their parents have to come too. Total perv.” April took a seat next to her sister curious to see if any sign of nervousness would dawn upon the wily one.
“Did you meet Presto? I saw him at the park.” Alma toyed with her food cautiously.
April bobbed her head and drank orange soda, “No. But I heard of him. His family just got here. He’s got a sister too. Your age I hear. Shoud see her in school tomorrow.”
“I know. I asked Presto to tell her to meet me at the office tomorrow so I could introduce her around and show her the ropes.” Alma took one tentative bite.
Alice, the oldest and an inveterate eavesdropper, stood behind her sisters. “Take the paddle. I will be so embarrassed if you are seen sitting in detention. Unseemly especially with a new student in town.”
April was young but had caught on very quickly and orange bubbles of soda came out of her nose as she laughed, “What did you pay Presto to get her to meet you at noon?! And how did you know?!”
Alma had stopped rolling her eyes in the second grade due to migraines so she stared blanky at the table, “I checked with his secretary before I left today. And I need a pair of your underwear.”
It was Alice’s turn to guffaw, “That could be difficult. From all accounts I hear April is running short on those.” She paused and tilted her head, “What could a little boy want with April’s legendary knickers?”
“Some magicians pull a rabbit out of a hat, but that isn’t going to fill the benches at a quarter a pop. Presto knows a good draw when he hears one. I like that kid. He is going to fit right in.” Alma finally smiled as she made her proclamation to add another conspirator to their ongoing cabal.
April wiped her nose, “He’s in then. Okay, I will get him the red striped ones. That ought to bring a lucrative second showing. Are we in for a cut of this?”
Alice hushed her with a hand, “Shh, April. You never know when a magician could come in handy. Alma, is Presto available for parties?”
“I suspect he will be if April’s drawers can pull in a tenner.” Alma guessed.
“You must be joking. I will pay you a tenner if he doesn’t make twenty after the second show.” April challenged.
“It’s on.” Alma and Alice answered her at once.
April stretched her arms and looked quite satisfied, “Oh ye of little action.”
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