Gently.
Then she said, “Want to help me pick up the glass?”
“Sure.”
We turned and entered her mother’s room.
Chapter Twenty-seven
We no sooner started picking up the pieces of broken glass than Slim said, “I’ll get my wastebasket.” She hurried off and came back quickly.
When she set it down, I dumped in a handful of glass and saw her ruined copy of Dracula at the bottom.
“Mom won’t be too happy about this,” Slim said.
“She doesn’t get home till tomorrow?”
“Probably not.” Frowning slightly, Slim started to gather shards from the dresser top.
“What if we clean all this up,” I said, “and get rid of the smell and replace the broken stuff? She’ll never have to find out anything happened.”
“Is that what you’d do?” Slim asked.
I looked up at her.
“If it was your mom’s stuff?”
“Maybe.”
“You wouldn’t, either.” A grin spread across her face. “You’re way too much of a Boy Scout for that.”
“Think so, do you?”
“I know so.”
I suddenly felt ashamed of myself for not living up to her ideas about me.
And I felt very glad she didn’t know everything.
“Anyway,” she said, “I don’t think we’d get away with it. We’d have to find a matching vase and perfume bottle....” She shook her head. “Even if we could lay our hands on exact matches, Mom would figure it out somehow. Then I’d be in trouble for trying to trick her.” She dumped a handful of glass into the wastebasket. “Only thing is, it’ll really scare her if she finds out somebody came in the house and did this stuff. It’d be nice if she didn’t have to find out.”
I dropped more glass into the wastebasket.
Slim continued to clean off the dresser top for a while. Then she blurted, “I’ve got it!” She grinned down at me. “How about this? First, forget about Dracula. She hasn’t got a clue about what I read. All we have to do is get rid of the evidence. As for this mess ... I was just being helpful. I came in to water her roses, seeing as how she was having an overnighter with her boyfriend, and had a little accident. Knocked the vase over. It hit the perfume bottle, broke the perfume bottle and presto!”
Somebody applauded.
I looked over my shoulder and found Rusty standing in the doorway, clapping his hands. “Bravo!” he said. “Good plan.”
Slim obviously thought so, too. Beaming, she said, “Not bad, huh?”
“It’s perfect,” I said.
“You oughta be a writer,” Rusty told her.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She might’ve performed a full bow if her hands hadn’t been full of broken glass. All she did was duck her head.
I dumped more glass into the wastebasket, then said to Rusty, “Wanta give us a hand here?”
He started clapping again.
“Ha ha.”
“Did I miss anything?” he asked.
I remembered the way Slim had stared into my eyes. Feeling myself blush, I said, “Not much.”
“You almost missed your chance to help us clean this up,” Slim told him.
“I tried.”
“What’d you do in there,” I asked, “take a bath?”
His face flushed scarlet. “I had to go, okay? Thanks for bringing it up.”
Slim chuckled.
“Very funny,” Rusty muttered.
“You like it so much in there,” she said, “how about going back and getting us some paper towels? There should be a roll under the sink where the TP is. Maybe you can bring the whole thing.”
“Sure.” He hurried away.
Slim waited until his footsteps faded, then whispered, “Do you think Rusty had anything to do with this?”
I felt a blush coming on. Quickly, I asked, “What do you mean?”
“He’s acting sort of funny.”
“He is?” I hoped I wasn’t.
“Like he feels guilty about something.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He seems okay to me.”
“Do you think he might’ve done this stuff?”
“Why would he chew up your book?”
She shrugged. “It’s Dracula and he’s all excited about the Traveling Vampire Show? Maybe he thought it’d be a cool trick to play ... freak us out.”