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Don’t <strong>Feed</strong> <strong>The</strong> <strong>Bully</strong> 55<br />
“I’ll pay,” I said, “but I won’t fetch.” I handed the<br />
money to Ralphie and said, “I’ll have root beer.”<br />
Ralphie looked at me for less than a second before<br />
saying, “Grape it is.”<br />
Ralphie walked inside, more than filling the one student<br />
maximum.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y don’t have root beer,” Kayla said, sincerely sad<br />
for me. We headed across the cracked parking lot, weeds<br />
running in all directions like an ivy road map, and sat on one<br />
of two weather-beaten picnic tables that spent more time as<br />
pigeon potties than dining spots. Ralphie set down three<br />
large slushies.<br />
“Any change?” I asked.<br />
“Actually, Handy, they were three-fifteen with tax, but I<br />
covered you.”<br />
“I’ll get you something special for Valentine’s Day,” I<br />
said.<br />
Kayla was ready to get serious.<br />
“We think it may be time to do something,” she said,<br />
“and we thought you might have some ideas.”<br />
“Ideas, I have loads,” I said. “I’m short on facts, and<br />
my plans have been as useful as a mime assembly.”<br />
I laid out what I knew and what had happened. I<br />
showed my bruise, and I shared my thoughts on Kurt<br />
Pesterman, the society, and showed them the hall pass from