“Okay, this is from Ron Williams. He says he got it firsthand, no possibility of Friends of Privacy lies.” That’s how most FOP lies were prefaced, but Mike just nodded.
“Ms. Chumlig was never fired from Hoover High. She’s moonlighting there. Maybe other places, too.”
“Oh. Do the school boards know?” Ms. Chumlig was such a straight arrow, it was hard to imagine she was cheating.
“We don’t know. Yet. We can’t figure why Hoover would let this happen. You know those IBM Fellows they were bragging about? All three were in Chumlig’s classes! But she kinda drifted out of sight when the publicity hit. Our theory is there’s some scandal that keeps her from taking credit… Mike?”
Mike had stopped in the middle of the path. He shrugged up his record of this morning, and matched Big Lizard’s English usage with Chumlig’s.
He looked back at the twins. “Sorry. You… surprised me.”
“It surprised us, too. Anyway, we figure this could be useful if Jerry and I have serious grade problems in her class.”
“Yeah, I guess it could,” said Mike, but he wasn’t really paying attention anymore. It suddenly occurred to him that there could be something beyond top agents. There could be people who helped others on a time scale of years. Something called teachers.
HOW WE GOT IN TOWN AND OUT AGAIN by Jonathan Lethem
WHEN we first saw somebody near the mall Gloria and I looked around for sticks. We were going to rob them if they were few enough. The mall was about five miles out of the town we were headed for, so nobody would know. But when we got closer Gloria saw their vans and said they were scapers. I didn’t know what that was, but she told me.
It was summer. Two days before this Gloria and I had broken out of a pack of people that had food but we couldn’t stand their religious chanting anymore. We hadn’t eaten since then.
“So what do we do?” I said.
“You let me talk,” said Gloria.
“You think we could get into town with them?”
“Better than that,” she said. “Just keep quiet.”
I dropped the piece of pipe I’d found and we walked in across the parking lot. This mall was long past being good for finding food anymore but the scapers were taking out folding chairs from a store and strapping them on top of their vans. There were four men and one woman.
“Hey,” said Gloria.
Two guys were just lugs and they ignored us and kept lugging. The woman was sitting in the front of the van. She was smoking a cigarette.
The other two guys turned. This was Kromer and Fearing, but I didn’t know their names yet.
“Beat it,” said Kromer. He was a tall squinty guy with a gold tooth. He was kind of worn but the tooth said he’d never lost a fight or slept in a flop. “We’re busy,” he said.
He was being reasonable. If you weren’t in a town you were nowhere. Why talk to someone you met nowhere?
But the other guy smiled at Gloria. He had a thin face and a little mustache. “Who are you?” he said. He didn’t look at me.
“I know what you guys do,” Gloria said. “I was in one before.”
“Oh?” said the guy, still smiling.
“You’re going to need contestants,” she said.
“She’s a fast one,” this guy said to the other guy. “I’m Fearing,” he said to Gloria.
“Fearing what?” said Gloria.
“Just Fearing.”
“Well, I’m just Gloria.”
“That’s fine,” said Fearing. “This is Tommy Kromer. We run this thing. What’s your little friend’s name?”
“I can say my own name,” I said. “I’m Lewis.”
“Are you from the lovely town up ahead?”
“Nope,” said Gloria. “We’re headed there.”
“Getting in exactly how?” said Fearing.
“Anyhow,” said Gloria, like it was an answer. “With you, now.”
“That’s assuming something pretty quick.”
“Or we could go and say how you ripped off the last town and they sent us to warn about you,” said Gloria.
“Fast,” said Fearing again, grinning, and Kromer shook his head. They didn’t look too worried.
“You ought to want me along,” said Gloria. “I’m an attraction.”
“Can’t hurt,” said Fearing. Kromer shrugged, and said, “Skinny, for an attraction.”
“Sure, I’m skinny,” she said. “That’s why me and Lewis ought to get something to eat.”
Fearing stared at her. Kromer was back to the van with the other guys.
“Or if you can’t feed us-” started Gloria.
“Hold it, sweetheart. No more threats.”
“We need a meal.”
“We’ll eat something when we get in,” Fearing said.
“You and Lewis can get a meal if you’re both planning to enter.”
“Sure,” she said. “We’re gonna enter-right, Lewis?”
I knew to say right.
THE town militia came out to meet the vans, of course. But they seemed to know the scapers were coming, and after Fearing talked to them for a couple of minutes they opened up the doors and had a quick look then waved us through. Gloria and I were in the back of a van with a bunch of equipment and one of the lugs, named Ed. Kromer drove. Fearing drove the van with the woman in it. The other lug drove the last one alone.
I’d never gotten into a town in a van before, but I’d only gotten in two times before this anyway. The first time
