Hayloft Kids
12: Action
"When are you gonna take action, Zak?" I asked after breakfast.
He grinned at me. "I'm gonna ask her to the dance."
"Cricket?" I asked.
"Sure," Zak replied.
I shrugged. "Okay."
Trey was standing in the room, too. He sniffed. "Cricket? That little brat?"
Zak frowned.
Trey saw the look and tactfully cut in, "I think I'll ask someone, too," he said.
"Oh?" Zak raised his eyebrows.
"Who?" I asked. Even though I had a feeling that…
"Well…" started Trey.
'Who?" asked Zak impatiently.
"You're gonna bug me day and night," Trey said.
"I won't!" said Zak automatically and indignantly. I laughed.
"You'll see who on the night of the dance," Trey said mysteriously and covered his face with an open magazine.
"You're asking Maggie, of course?" Zak asked me. I looked down.
"I don't know. She's been acting…different. Maybe I'll just go alone, or with you guys, and see what happens. Y'know, play it by ear." Zak and Trey nodded, quiet.
"So, ah, want some cookies?" Trey said at last. "They're oatmeal with bran."
