The Memory Book(11)

Maddie: My butt in this pantsuit makes me want to jump my own bones.

Me: It’s like I finally know what people mean when they say “hourglass figure.”

Maddie: So true! Looking good, Sammie.

Me: I was talking about you. I look like a box.

Maddie: Whatever.

Me: Your affirmative rebuttal is killer now. Alex kept pretending to have to sneeze but you know she was just killing time.

Maddie: Right? (facing Sammie) Your closing is airtight, too. We’re set.

Me: We’re not set…

Maddie: We’re as set as we’re going to be at this stage. I say we cancel Friday practice.

Me (cautionary): Maddie…

Maddie: Fine.

Me: You can. I’m not.

Maddie: No, it’s fine…

Me: Why, you have somewhere to be?

Maddie: Ross Nervig’s having a party and I want to pregame.

Me: It’s cool. You go. I can work on other stuff tomorrow.

Maddie: You want to come?

Me: Nope.

Maddie: Come.

Me: No, thanks.

Maddie (narrowing her eyes at me, thinking of an argument): We need to bond as friends.

Me: This is friendship.

Maddie: This is a bathroom at school, next to a government classroom at school. We need to be less institutionalized. We need to be on each other’s level. We need to feel each other’s rhythm.

Me: …

Maddie: You disagree?

Me: I don’t disagree, but my parents would never let me go.

Maddie: What if they did?

Me: They won’t.

Maddie: Ignore the conditions, acknowledge the desire.

Me: You sound like an inspirational quote poster.

Maddie: See? This! Your zingers. You’re secretly fun.

Me: I’m not secretly fun. I am openly fun.

Maddie: People who have to label themselves as “fun” are not fun.

Me: That’s not true.

A silence passes between us wherein both of us acknowledge that this is true.

Maddie: I want to see you drink! Seriously, you probably don’t believe this, but smart people are the best partiers.

Me: Prove it.

Maddie: No! You know why? (pretending to brush dirt off her shoulders) I just want to rela-a-a-x with you. I just want us to relax so I don’t have to feel like I always have to be top of my game around you. You know what I mean?

Me: I think. Like I stress you out?

Maddie (pauses): Kind of. You’re just really intense.

Me: That’s not my problem.

Maddie: It will be if I start hating you and want to quit debate.

Me: This is true.

Maddie: Plus, I can tell my mom that I’m spending the night with you so I can break curfew.

Me: Just tell her you’re staying with Stacia!

I go into a stall to change out of the pantsuit.

Maddie (from outside): You know I can’t tell my mom I’m spending the night at Stacia’s because she’d never believe me. Stacia’s like a little mouse who lives in a little mouse hut, and I don’t think she’s even come out to her parents.

Me: Oh.

Maddie: You don’t have to go to the party. I was just saying.

I emerge. Maddie has never asked me for this kind of favor. I’m curious, and I don’t want her to hate me or feel stressed out around me. (Note: I just hope forced social interaction doesn’t worsen this effect.)

Me: Okay, we’ll go.

Maddie: YES.

Maddie smacks her own ass, and then smacks mine.

END SCENE



As was evidenced, Maddie desires Sammie’s presence in order to make their partnership stronger, therefore making them better debaters. Sammie’s acquiescence in this matter will make her a more effective debater, thereby moving her closer to her goal of winning Nationals, therefore she will go to Ross Nervig’s party.

My second point asserts that Sammie’s parents will give her permission to go to the party because Maddie is a first responder as well as a fellow debater. Because of Sammie’s medical situation, in order to go anywhere with her parents’ permission, Sammie has to think about the conditions and prevention of her own death (thanks, Dr. Clarkington!).

Sammie can also tell her parents she’s going to a debate party. Historically, debate parties mean root beer and Trivial Pursuit in Alex Conway’s basement, which does not pose as much of a threat of death as a traditional “alcohol and no parents” party. However, because Sammie will attend Ross Nervig’s party with Maddie, technically it is a debate party, so she would not be lying.

Because she will be in the presence of a trained saver of lives, and attend, for all intents and purposes, a “tame debate party,” Sammie will have her parents’ blessing, and therefore, Sammie will go to Ross Nervig’s party.

My third and final point is simply a screenshot of the text Maddie sent just minutes ago:

Maddie Sinclair: Anddddddd Maddie Sinclair: Guess what I heard?

Maddie Sinclair: Your old flame is gonna be there Me: Who?

Maddie Sinclair: Stuart Shah

Therefore, Sammie will go to Ross Nervig’s party on Friday, April 29.





THE UNEXPECTED PARTY


So here’s why I’m regretting this:

Stuart Shah is coming here, to Maddie’s house, to this very room, before we all go to the party. She just decided to drop that little bomb when her mom pulled out of the driveway.