“But why isn’t anyone bidding on him? He’s… he’s so nice.” Darla nodded. “Exactly.”
That’s when I realized what I had to do. My hand shot into the air and I called, “Ten!”
“Ten?” warbled Mrs. McClure. “Did I hear ten?” I put my hand up higher and said to Darla, “Say twelve.”
“What?” “Say twelve, I’ll outbid you.” “No way!” “Darla! He can’t go for ten, c’mon!”
“Twelve!” Darla called, but her hand didn’t go up very high.
“Fifteen!” I cried. “Sixteen!” called Darla, and eyed me with a laugh.
I whispered, “Darla! I’ve only got fifteen.” Her eyes got enormous.
I laughed and called, “Eighteen!” then held her arm down and said, “But that really is all I’ve got.”
There was a moment of silence and then, “Eighteen going once! Eighteen going twice… Sold! for eighteen dollars.”
Darla laughed and said, “Whoa, girl! What a rush!” I nodded. “Yes, it was!”
“Well, no dessert for you. Looks like you got cleaned out by something a little more… uh… nutritious.”
She nodded toward the stage. “You gonna go up to the table like you’re supposed to? Or you gonna stick around and see the carnage?”
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