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Justoverthecowfield,"

hewhispered.MayBellesmiledandsnuggleddownunderthesheet.

Gonnarun"

Maybe."

Ofcoursehewasgoingtorun.Hehadgottenupearlyeverydayallsummertorun.Hefiguredifheworkedatit-andLord,hadheworked-hecouldbethefastestrunnerinthefifthgradewhenschoolopenedup.Hehadtobethefastest-notoneofthefastestornexttothefastest,butthefastest.Theverybest.

Hetiptoedoutofthehouse.Theplacewassorattythatitscreechedwheneveryouputyourfootdown,butJesshadfoundthatifyoutiptoed,itgaveonlyalowmoan,andhecouldusuallygetoutdoorswithoutwakingMommaorEllieorBrendaorJoyceAnn.MayBellewasanothermatter.Shewasgoingonseven,andsheworshipedhim,whichwasOKsometimes.Whenyouweretheonlyboysmashedbetweenfoursisters,andtheoldertwohaddespisedyoueversinceyoustoppedlettingthemdressyouupandwheelyouaroundintheirrustyolddollcarriage,andthelittlestonecriedifyoulookedathercross-eyed,itwasnicetohavesomebodywhoworshipedyou.Evenifitgotunhandysometimes.

Hebegantotrotacrosstheyard.Hisbreathwascomingoutinlittlepuffs-coldforAugust.Butitwasearlyyet.Bynoontimewhenhismomwouldhavehimoutworking,itwouldbehotenough.

MissBessiestaredathimsleepilyasheclimbedacrossthescrapheap,overthefence,andintothecowfield."

Moo,"

shesaid,lookingforalltheworldlikeanotherMayBellewithherbig,browndroopyeyes.

Hey,MissBessie,"

Jesssaidsoothingly."

Justgoonbacktosleep."

MissBessiestrolledovertoagreenishpatch-mostofthefieldwasbrownanddry-andyankedupamouthful.

That'

agirl.Justeatyourbreakfast.Don'

tpaymenomind."

Healwaysstartedatthenorthwestcornerofthefield,crouchedoverliketherunnershehadseenonWideWorldofSports.

Bang,"

hesaid,andtookoffflyingaroundthecowfield.MissBessiestrolledtowardthecenter,stillfollowinghimwithherdroopyeyes,chewingslowly.Shedidn'

tlookverysmart,evenforacow,butshewasplentybrightenoughtogetoutofJess'

sway.

Hisstraw-coloredhairflappedhardagainsthisforehead,andhisarmsandlegsflewouteverywhichway.Hehadneverlearnedtorunproperly,buthewaslong-leggedforaten-year-old,andnoonehadmoregritthanhe.

LarkCreekElementarywasshortoneverything,especiallyathleticequipment,soalltheballswenttotheuppergradesatrecesstimeafterlunch.Evenifafifthgraderstartedouttheperiodwithaball,itwassuretobeinthehandsofasixthorseventhgraderbeforethehourwashalfover.Theolderboysalwaystookthedrycenteroftheupperfieldfortheirballgames,whilethegirlsclaimedthesmalltopsectionforhopscotchandjumpropeandhangingaroundtalking.Sothelower-gradeboyshadstartedthisrunningthing.Theywouldalllineuponthefarsideofthelowerfield,whereitwaseithermuddyordeepcrustyruts.EarleWatsonwhowasnogoodatrunning,buthadabigmouth,wouldyell"

Bang!

"

andthey'

dracetoalinethey'

dtoedacrossattheotherend.

OnetimelastyearJessehadwon.Notjustthefirstheatbutthewholeshebang.Onlyonce.Butithadputintohismouthatasteforwinning.Eversincehe'

dbeeninfirstgradehe'

dbeenthat"

crazylittlekidthatdrawsallthetime."

Butoneday-Aprilthetwenty-second,adrizzlyMonday,ithadbeen-heranaheadofthemall,theredmudslooshingupthroughtheholesinthebottomofhissneakers.

Fortherestofthatday,anduntilafterlunchonthenext,hehadbeen"

thefastestkidinthethird,fourth,andfifthgrades,"

aridheonlyafourthgrader.OnTuesday,WaynePettishadwonagainasusual.ButthisyearWaynePettiswouldbeinthesixthgrade.He'

dplayfootballuntilChristmasandbaseballuntilJunewiththerestofthebigguys.Anybodyhadachancetobethefastestrunner,andbyMissBessie,thisyearitwasgoingtobeJesseOliverAarons,Jr.

Jesspumpedhisarmsharderandbenthisheadforthedistantfence.Hecouldhearthethird-gradeboysscreaminghimon.Theywouldfollowhimaroundlikeacountry-musicstar.AndMayBellewouldpopherbuttons.Herbrotherwasthefastest,thebest.Thatoughttogivetherestofthefirstgradesomethingtochewtheircudson.

Evenhisdadwouldbeproud.Jessroundedthecorner.Hecouldn'

tkeepgoingquitesofast,buthecontinuedrunningforawhile-itwouldbuildhimup.MayBellewouldtellDaddy,soitwouldn'

tlookasthoughhe,Jess,wasabragger.

MaybeDadwouldbesoproudhe'

dforgetallabouthowtiredhewasfromthelongdrivebackandforthtoWashingtonandthediggingandhaulingallday.Hewouldgetrightdownonthefloorandwrestle,thewaytheyusedto.OldDadwouldbesurprisedathowstronghe'

dgotteninthelastcoupleofyears.

Hisbodywasbegginghimtoquit,butJesspushediton.Hehadtoletthatpunychestofhisknowwhowasboss.

Jess."

ItwasMayBelleyellingfromtheothersideofthescrapheap."

Mommasaysyougottacomeinandeatnow.Leavethemilkingtillater."

Oh,crud.He'

druntoolong.Noweveryonewouldknowhe'

dbeenoutandstartinonhim.

Yeah,OK."

Heturned,stillrunning,andheadedforthescrapheap.Withoutbreakinghisrhythm,heclimbedoverthefence,scrambledacrossthescrapheap,thumpedMayBelleonthehead（"

Owww!

）,andtrottedontothehouse.

Well,lookatthebigOlympicstar,"

saidEllie,bangingtwocupsontothetable,sothatthestrong,blackcoffeesloshedout."

Sweatinglikeaknock-kneedmule."

Jesspushedhisdamphairoutofhisfaceandplunkeddownonthewoodenbench.Hedumpedtwospoonfulsofsugarintohiscupandslurpedtokeepthehotcoffeefromscaldinghismouth.

Oooo,Momma,hestinks."

Brendapinchedhernosewithherpinkycrookeddelicately."

Makehimwash."

Getoverheretothesinkandwashyourself,"

hismothersaidwithoutraisinghereyesfromthestove."

Andsteponit.Thesegritsarescorchingthebottomofthepotalready."

Momma!

Notagain,"

Brendawhined.

Lord,hewastired.Therewasn'

tamuscleinhisbodythatdidn'

tache.

YouheardwhatMommasaid,"

Ellieyelledathisback."

Ican'

tstandit,Momma!

Brendaagain."

Makehimgethissmellyselfoffthisbench."

Jessputhischeekdownonthebarewoodofthetabletop."

Jess-see!

Hismotherwaslookingnow."

Andputonashirt."

Yes'

m."

Hedraggedhimselftothesink.Thewaterhenippedonhisfaceanduphisarmsprickedlikeice.Hishotskincrawledunderthecolddrops.

MayBellewasstandinginthekitchendoorwatchinghim.

Getmeashirt,MayBelle."

Shelookedasifhermouthwassettosayno,butinsteadshesaid,"

Youshouldn'

toughttobeatmeinthehead,"

andwentoffobedientlytofetchhisT-shirt.GoodoldMayBelle.JoyceAnnwouldhavebeenscreamingjustfromthatlittletap.Four-year-oldswereapurepain.

Igotplentyofchoresneedsdoingaroundherethismorning,"

hismotherannouncedastheywerefinishingthegritsandredgravy.HismotherwasfromGeorgiaandstillcookedlikeit.

Oh,Momma!

EllieandBrendasquawkedinconcert.Thosegirlscouldgetoutofworkfasterthangrasshopperscouldslipthroughyourfingers.

Momma,youpromisedmeandBrendawecouldgotoMiilsburgforschoolshopping."

Youain'

tgotnomoneyforschoolshopping!

Momma.We'

rejustgoingtolookaround."

Lord,hewishedBrendawouldstopwhiningso."

Christmas!

Youdon'

twantustohavenofunatall."

Anyfun,"

Elliecorrectedherprimly.

Oh,shuttup."

Ellieignoredher."

MizTimmonsiscomingbytopickusup.ItoldLollieSundayyousaiditwasOK.Ifeeldumbcallingherandsayingyouchangedyourmind."

Oh,allrightButIain'

tgotnomoneytogiveyou."

Anymoney,somethingwhisperedinsideJess'

shead.

Iknow,Momma.We'

lljusttakethefivedollarsDaddypromisedus.Nomore'

nthat."

Whatfivedollars"

Oh,Momma,youremember."

Ellie'

svoicewassweeterthanameltedMarsBar."

Daddysaidlastweekwegirlsweregoingtohavetohavesomethingforschool."

Oh,takeit,"

hismothersaidangrily,reachingforhercrackedvinylpurseontheshelfabovethestove.Shecountedoutfivewrinkledbills.

Momma"

-Brendawasstartingagain-"

can'

twehavejustonemoreSoit'

llbethreeeach"

No!

Momma,youcan'

tbuynothingfortwofifty.Justonelittlepackofnotebookpaper'

sgoneupto-"

Elliegotupnoisilyandbegantoclearthetable."

Yourturntowash,Brenda,"

shesaidloudly.

Awww,Ellie."

Elliejabbedherwithaspoon.Jessesawthatlook.BrendashutupherwhinehalfwayoutofherRoseLustrelipstickedmouth.Shewasn'

tassmartasEllie,butevensheknewnottopushMommatoofar.

WhichleftJesstodotheworkasusual.Mommaneversentthebabiesouttohelp,althoughifheworkeditrighthecouldusuallygetMayBelletodosomething.Heputhisheaddownonthetable.Theru