CHAPTER 6

I got it

Estelle may have had a point there. Bones went to school mostly because it was a place to go every day. He was far more interested in listening to music from the ’70s and taking pictures of really random things. Me, on the other hand, I liked being at Command Central about a hundred times more than being in school. I just wasn’t a good student.

My dad said it was because I wasn’t “applying myself.” I would have liked to see him take a math test with Annie Kratzer walking up and down the aisles, see how he did.

Estelle was way too excited to enroll me in summer school. It was just another reason for her to dump me off and go to the gym or spa. Plus she got to say all summer long, “You’ll never make it to the eighth grade.”

Anyway, there we all were: Estelle still crying over her Escalade, and Bones lounging in the fountain. None of us had noticed that the landscapers (the new ones, not the one she fired) had pulled up to the driveway. Apparently, they had watched the entire scene unfold from the other end of our property. It was like they had seen the number one play on ESPN’s “Top Ten.”

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