“Who’s it up to?”
“Brenda Thompson, I believe.”
Gary nodded and said, “Oh.”
“Gary,” Miss Langley said gently. “I wouldn’t get my hopes too high about the talent show.”
He shrugged.
“No offense,” Miss Langley continued, “but telling jokes isn’t exactly a talent—like singing, or playing the piano, or even bird calls. I’m sorry.”
“I just hope somebody laughs,” said Gary. Then he went to take his seat.
“Gary! Hey, Gary!”
Gary turned. It was Steve (or maybe Michael) Higgins.
“Look what I got!” said Steve (or Michael), waving a baseball card in Gary’s face.
“Oh, a baseball card,” said Gary.
“ ‘A baseball card,’ he says,” said Steve (or Michael). “It’s not just a baseball card! Look at it!”
Gary looked at it again. “Bob Bremly,” he read aloud. Gary’d never heard of Bob Bremly, but he didn’t want to disappoint Steve (or Michael). “Great!” he said, trying to sound excited. “He’s a great player, all right.”
“No he isn’t,” said Steve (or Michael). “There is no Bob Bremly. Bob Brenly was a catcher for the Giants. But see, they spelled his name wrong. It should be Brenly, not Bremly.”
“Oh. Well, maybe you could take it back and they’ll give you a new one.”
“Are you kidding? Ira already offered me fifty bucks for it, but I wouldn’t sell it for less than two hundred. That’s how much you’d have to pay at a card show.”
“So it’s good they spelled his name wrong?” asked Gary.
“It’s great! And would you believe it? I got it in just a regular pack of baseball cards!”
Gary smiled politely. He had no idea why Steve (or Michael) was showing this to him.
“So, do you collect baseball cards?” asked Steve (or Michael).
“No,” said Gary.
“Oh,” said Steve (or Michael). He seemed disappointed. “You should.”
Gary shrugged.
“Well, see ya, Gary,” said Steve (or Michael).
“ ’Bye,” said Gary. He continued on to math.
What was that supposed to mean, he wondered, “You should”? Collecting baseball cards was something you either wanted to do or didn’t want to do. It wasn’t something you should do. “Why should I?” he asked aloud.
He caught up to Joe on the way to the football field. “So Joe,” he said. “I hear you’re going to be in the talent show.”
Joe laughed. “Big deal,” he said.
“Me too,” said Gary.
“I know.”