âWhatâs up with that?âââ She stared at him, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. âSo, come on, dishâyou can tell meâwhom are we talking about here?â
âUm . . . I canât really say,â said Tiki, his eyes darting this way and that, desperately seeking a way out of this mess heâd gotten himself in. âI was . . . I was sort of sending someone a message.â
âOooooo!! A message!â Laura clapped her hands, delighted with this latest intrigue. âSo, let me guessââ
âNo!â Tiki stopped her. âNo guessing. This column stays confidential, or Iâm not doing it anymore.â
Ha! He stood there, arms crossed, knowing he had her stymied. She couldnât argue with confidentiality. âSo, what do you think?â Tiki asked her. âWill it work?â
âYou mean, will he read it?â she asked. âOf course! Everyone reads the paper, and everyone reads your column .â
âYeah, but do you think heâll recognize himself?â
âIf he does, I hope he doesnât fall apart altogether,â Laura said. âThat column is pretty hard-hitting.â
Just then, Sugar Morton appeared around the corner of the hallway. He went over to his locker, opened it, and took out a basketball. Closing the locker door, he came down the hallway toward them, dribbling the ball as he went. âHey, Barber! You coming to practice, or what? Weâre late!â
âNo, itâs me, Tiki,â Tiki said, waving.
âOh. Sorry,â said Sugar, now close enough to see for himself. Since Rondeâs haircut, everyone could tell them apart if they looked closely enough.
âHi, Sean,â said Laura.
âHey, Boo,â Sean said, smiling back at her.
âHowâs it going at home?â
Sean frowned. âGreat. Perfect.â He kept walking, dribbling the ball a little harder.
âSorry to hear that,â Laura said to his back.
âDonât sweat it. Not your fault. See ya.â Tucking the ball under his arm, he pushed open the stairway door and disappeared.
âPoor Sean,â she said, sighing, as they both stared at the spot where heâd just been.
âHuh? What do you mean?â Tiki asked, wondering if she knew how frustrated the rest of the team was at Sugar.
âOh. Well, I guess everyone doesnât know this,â she said. âSo keep it under your hat. Iâm sure Sean doesnât want people talking about his parentsâ divorce.â
âDivorce??â
âIâve lived across the street from the Mortons since second grade,â Laura said. âHis mom left home last month. I havenât seen Sean smile since.â She sighed. âOh, well. Hereâs hoping it all works out.â She patted him on the shoulder and turned to walk away. âThanks again, Tiki. The column reads like a dream.â
âThanks.â
âSure you donât want to tell me who itâs about?â
Tiki smiled and shook his head.
âOh, well. Paperâs out first thing Monday,â she called back to him as she went outside.
Tiki stood there, taking it all in. Divorce! If only heâd known. That must be why Sugar was acting so hostile toward everyone, and why he was so hard to reach out to!
Tiki felt awful. His column was going to hit the presses, and Sean was probably going to read it. Laura might not have guessed who the column was about, but Sugar would know for sure.
The idea that he might cause any additional pain to Sugar was unbearable. But it was too late to turn back now. Monday morning, the column would be public gossip item number one!
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Ronde was horrified when he heard. âMan,â he said, âI wish youâd known that before you wrote that letter!â
âI would never have written it,â said Tiki miserably.
âBut you know what?â
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