Sundays With Ingrid
Every fall before the weather got too cold, the whole school ran the Turkey Trot, a two-mile course across the back fields, up the hill to the filtration plant, around Schoolhouse Pond where the town’s water supply came from, and back. The Turkey Trot was supposed to be a race, but years ago—no one knew when, but long before Ingrid or Ty got to Ferrand Middle—it had become uncool to win or even to try very hard. The gym teachers were always psyched about the Turkey Trot, sprinting back and forth among the kids, hopping up and down, yelling, “Pick it up, pick it up,” and “C’mon—you’re way faster than that.” But the kids, even the fast ones like Ingrid, just loped along. To actually win and get handed the brass turkey trophy up on the auditorium stage was uncoolest of all. No surprise that Brucie Berman—one leg doing a funny sideways thing with every stride—was in the lead.
Near the back, Ingrid and Stacy trotted side by side. A cold, windy day, but way better than being inside the building, even kind of nice. Dead leaves crunched underfoot, and the sun, more silver than gold, shone between the bare tree branches.
“Hear you’re doing a scene with Chloe Ferrand,” Stacy said.
“Uh-huh,” Ingrid said. “Got any more gum?”
Stacy handed her a stick. “What’s that like?” she said. “Doing a scene with Chloe.”
“Heaven,” Ingrid said.
Stacy snapped her gum. “My dad’s doing some work over at their house,” she said. “Did you know they’ve got an indoor pool?”
“Been in it?”
“Mrs. Ferrand swims a mile every morning. Nude.”
“Your dad saw that?”
Stacy shook her head. “That’s what my mom asked, first thing.” Ingrid could imagine that scene. Stacy’s mom had a temper and was built like a truck. “He’s supposed to be installing this chandelier over the pool,” Stacy said. “It comes from France or something, costs like the earth. Mrs. Ferrand told him not to come before nine because that’s when she does the nudie thing.”
They ran in silence for a minute or so.
“Money doesn’t buy happiness,” Stacy said.
“Please God let me test that out for myself,” Ingrid said.
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