Lemon Squares and Stupid Boys
“What’s wrong, Becky?”
“I don’t get it, Jonesy.” I kept my eyes on the people across the street. “Why would Old Chubs kick Mrs. P out? She’s lived here longer than anyone else.”
“Your dad said her sons won’t help her pay the rent since Mr. P died.”
“Ugh! Boys are so stupid and mean!”
“Really?” Jonesy asked.
I glared at him. “You don’t count. You know what I mean.”
Brown eyes stared at me.
“Besides, who is going to make us lemon squares now? Mom can’t make them. She pretty much sucks at those.” I thought for a moment. I thought so hard my brain hurt. “Wait! Maybe she could sell lemon squares and make money for rent.” I jumped up.
“Sit down, Becky,” Jonesy said. “It’s too late. They’re bringing her out now.”
I watched a policeman help Mrs. P down the steps. Chubs stood on the sidewalk, and looked up at the window of the apartment. The flowerbox was full and overflowing with purple and yellow somethings.
“I hate him,” I said.
“Hate’s one of the biggest little words there is.”
“Hush up, Jonesy.” I wasn’t in the mood to hear what was right and wrong. I knew people had to pay bills and stuff, I just hated that her sons were so stupid. Six sons and they couldn’t put in a little each to help her with bills? “She did all the nasty stuff for them when they were babies. They should do something.”
The door opened behind us. “Becky, it’s time for lunch.” I looked up at Mom. She glanced at Chubs and frowned. “Make sure to clean Jonesy’s feet off before he comes in and hang his leash up. You keep throwing it on the floor. He’s yours remember, so you have to do things right.” Mom closed the door.
I looked down and scratched Jonesy’s golden head. “You better take care of me when I get older, Jonesy or no more hotdogs for snacks when Mom isn’t looking.”
Jonesy licked my face. “Eww … Jonesy, I know where that tongues been!”
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