It was what I call a “Probable.” By way of definition, a Probable is when something is probably going to happen if the things that are already in motion continue in a predictable path. It’s like when Jenius and I watch a movie. We stop it before it ends to announce our Probable Predictions. The person who gets the closest to the real ending gets a Probable Award. I had confidence in this situation. It seemed like a solid probable that my grandmother would find herself in the bookselling profession.
“Anyway, we’re postponing the Rainforest trip, Ms. Bergreen. You’re going to have to contact the travel people,” I said.
“Why me? I thought Ms. Diggins was…”
Tyrone Jenkins was paying close attention. “Ha! Postponing the trip, are we? I wonder why Ms. Bergreen has to take over for Ms. Diggins. Is it because of Ms. Diggins and her…?”
That’s when I realized he was about to spill the beans and splatter our gambling scandal all over school. Jenius put it in high gear and took over. I’m telling you, the two of us should never be separated.
“Yo, Ty. I have a message for you,” Jenius said.
“You have a message for me? What am I, Office Depot?” Tyrone asked.
“The new girl. Natalie. She wanted me to ask you something.”
“What new girl?” Tyrone asked.
Buddy Bruneau answered that question in a hurry. “You know. Natalie, the walking Dreamscicle.”
“La-wah-zoo? What does she want with me?”
“La-wa-zoe. It seems you’ve caught her eye. She wanted to know if you were, ya know, available. Socially speaking,” Jenius stated without blinking an eye.
I thought that was, in all likelihood, not a Probable, but whatever. It stopped Tyrone in his tracks. His whole posture changed. He looked taller and less harmful. It’s amazing what a little bit of attention can do for a boy in seventh grade.
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