Chapter 13
Judy and I plan to catch the 4:00 show at the multiplex theater. Randy is supposed to catch the bus, maybe to see Kathleen, sometime around 3:30. Squeezing in both engagements will be physically impossible, especially for a thirteen-year-old kid with only a bicycle for transportation. I’m not getting my mother mixed up in this. She’s got her own problems. Apparently.
The next afternoon I peddle to Judy’s house. I sure wish she had a phone and I could have called her. Knocking on the door, I pray Mrs. Lee won’t answer. I already feel lousy enough about breaking the date with Judy. The door creaks open and Judy’s face appears. She’s in weathered jeans and an old T-shirt.
“Portia! What’s up?”
I try to look bummed out. It isn’t hard.
Judy takes the news really well. She says it
