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Show 16 "Yeah, but Intensive Care means something different to him than it does to you. Right, Parker?" It was Derek Eccles, doing his 180 degree swivel again. Hadn't he learned anything from Lisa? "Parker's a rock man," Derek volunteered. "Intensive Care's a 3-F11 climb in Little Cottonwood Canyon. It's a real killer." Parker stared at Eccles. He just couldn't believe this kid, this automatic talking-machine. "Is that true?" Mrs. Simpson asked. Parker nodded, but he didn't volunteer anything more. "A climbers' route, of all things!" she muttered, turning back to the roll again. "Tiffany Reese." Everyone looked around. "Absent?" "Foxy Tiffany!" someone whispered as Eccles grinned at Glotz. The kid who'd tried to intervene on Lisa's behalf couldn't wait for his name to be called. He was still agitated. "This is kinda dumb, you know that?" Titters all around. "What am I supposed to say?" "How about your name?" the teacher suggested. He slouched further in his seat, grumbling. "Sanelli. I'm Greg Sanelli." "Will that be it?" she smiled. "Nof" He sat up, suddenly inspired. "I'll say 'Tiffany.' She makes me feel emotional. Ha-ha. Yeah, Tiffany Reese." Mrs. Simpson hurried back to the roll. The next girl, along with Tiffany, was absent. It was a good thing. Everyone in the room cracked up over the name Dyna Suggs. How would it be to get stuck with something like that? He'd never liked his own first name, which was the same as his father's, but he, at least, had an option for changing it. The last minute of roll call went fast. Robert Tiedemann said "Auschwitz." Mike Vandermeide responded with "tennis," and Heidi Weller, who'd written in her paragraph that her work was "terribly derivative," simply answered "poetry." Mrs. Simpson twisted around and deposited the roll book on her desk. "Tomorrow, when I call your name, be prepared to respond with your |
