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Show Fepperrrint Men few days. I think she thought I had given up on it. I showed her on the bus. I was careful to keep it out of the sack for only a minute. I didn't want anybody else to see it just yet, not until it was on display at the science fair. "How does it taste?" She asked curiously. "Have you actually ate some?" "Sure," I said. "My whole family has tasted it." They all had too, except pa. Pa said he was a strawberry jam eater from way back. He said he didn't want to change now. I didn't push the issue but I knew he wasn't being truthful. I'd seen him eat all kinds of jam. He had even tried apple-rhubarb when I'd brought a bottle home from Grandma Ruby's. He'd liked it too. I knew pa wouldn't like my jam. It was just as well he didn't taste it. "And they liked it?" Andrea raised her voice loud enough to get the attention of the boys in the back. I had hoped she wouldn't do that. None of them would be impressed with dandelion jam. None of them were impressed with Andrea and me either. "Yeah, but it takes getting used to." I whispered because I didn't want any comments from the boys. Billy Crowley was just a few rows back. I could feel his bulging eyes drilling through the back of my head. I could hardly wait to see his weird project. Of course there was always the possibility he wouldn't have anything. That was a very real possibility. I saw Billy's project during science period. It wasn't hidden in a paper sack or stuffed in a cardboard box, it was right out in the open. Everyone could see it, if they were interested. It looked simple and sort of stupid to me. It was nothing more than two, rusted tin cans hooked |
