Only Emma (2006)
““So, what time are you coming over on Friday?” Cynthia asks me. It is recess, and we are lying on our stomachs on the last two swings. My curly hair is hanging down in my eyes. I have been pretending that it is seaweed, and that I am a marine biologist. Back and forth, back and forth, we swing at exactly the same time. And that’s not easy.
Back and forth is about to end. I know this, but Cynthia doesn’t. “I—I can’t come this Friday,” I say, deciding that very second. “My mom won’t let me.” The ...lie jumps out of my mouth.
And I didn’t even know it was in there!
Screech! Sure enough, Cynthia digs the toes of her shoes into the sand. “Well, how come?” she asks, scrambling to her feet. She looks like a highway patrol guy on TV who is about to take someone in for questioning “Well, there’s this little boy staying with us for a while,” I say, “and I have to babysit him. So Mom told me I had to stay home.” I stand up and brush sand off my knees.
Cynthia puts her hands on her hips, and her eyes get skinny.MoreLess
Back and forth is about to end. I know this, but Cynthia doesn’t. “I—I can’t come this Friday,” I say, deciding that very second. “My mom won’t let me.” The ...lie jumps out of my mouth.
And I didn’t even know it was in there!
Screech! Sure enough, Cynthia digs the toes of her shoes into the sand. “Well, how come?” she asks, scrambling to her feet. She looks like a highway patrol guy on TV who is about to take someone in for questioning “Well, there’s this little boy staying with us for a while,” I say, “and I have to babysit him. So Mom told me I had to stay home.” I stand up and brush sand off my knees.
Cynthia puts her hands on her hips, and her eyes get skinny.MoreLess
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