If he had the money, he'd buy her a TV. One of those tiny Japanese ones that she could keep in her own room without bothering Judy and Bill.
It didn't seem fair with all their money that they'd gotten rid of the TV.
It wasn't as if Leslie would watch the way Brenda did—with her mouth open and her eyes bulging like a goldfish, hour after hour.
But every once in a while, a person liked to watch. At least if she had one, it would be one less thing for the kids at school to sneer about.
But, of course, there was no way that he could buy her a TV. It was pretty stupid of him even to think about it.
Lord, he was stupid. He gazed miserably out the window of the school bus.
It was a wonder someone like Leslie would even give him the time of day. It was because there was no one else.
If she had found anyone else at that dumb school—he was so stupid he had almost gone straight past the sign without catching on.
But something in a corner of his head clicked, and he jumped up, pushing past Leslie and May Belle.
“See you later,” he mumbled, and shoved his way up the aisle through pair after pair of sprawling legs.
“Lemme off here, Miz Prentice, will you?” “This ain't your stop.”
“Gotta do an errand for my mother,” he lied. “Long as you don't get me into trouble.”
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