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Lisa and Leo end up going out of town after all. Mom and I spend most of Saturday and Sunday putting the finishing touches on the costumes. I let my mother know about Lisa's schedule and how we'll be helping them out more. As pissed as I am, I don't want Leo and Kel to have to suffer. Sunday night when Lisa gets home I don't even notice; because I don't even care.
"Kel, call Leo and tell him he can come over and put his costume on," I say as I drag Kel out of bed. "Lisa has to leave early anyway. He can get ready over here."
It's Halloween, day of the cancerous lungs. Kel runs to the kitchen and grabs the phone.
I take a shower and finish getting ready, then wake my mother up so she can see the end results. After she gets dressed, under instruction from Leo and Kel, she closes her eyes. I walk her into the living room and position her in front of the two boys.
"Wait!" Leo says. "What about Lisa? She needs to see us, too."
I usher my mother back into the hallway as I run to the front door, throw on my boots and go outside. She's pulling out of her driveway so I flag her down. I can see by the look on her face that she's hoping I've forgiven her. I immediately cease any false hope.
"You're still an asshole, but your brother wants you to see his costume. Come in for a second." I return to the house.
When Lisa walks in I position her and my mother in front of the boys and tell them to open their eyes.
Kel is the right lung, Leo is the left. The stuffed material is shaped so that their arms and head fit through small openings and the bottom is open to their waste and legs. We dyed the material so that it would reflect dead spots here and there. There are larger lumps protruding from the lungs in various places-the tumors. There is a long pause before Lisa and my mother react.
"It's disgusting," Lisa says.
"Repulsive," my mother adds.
"Hideous," I say.
The boys high five. Or, rather, the lungs high five. After we take pictures, I load them up in the jeep and I drop the pair of lungs off at school.
I'm not even halfway through second period when my phone starts vibrating. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the number. It's Lisa. Lisa never calls me. I assume she's trying to apologize so I put the phone back in my jacket. It vibrates again. She's calling again. I turn and look at Eddie.
"Lisa keeps calling me, should I answer?" I say. I don't know why I'm asking her. Maybe she's got some great advice.
"I dunno," she says.
Maybe not.
On her third attempt, I press the send button and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I whisper.
"Jennie, it's me. Look, you've got to get to the elementary. There's been an incident and I can't get through to your mom. I'm in Detroit, I can't go."
"What? With who?" I whisper.
"Both of them, I guess. They aren't hurt; they just need someone to pick them up. Go! Call me back."
I quietly excuse myself from the classroom. Eddie follows me.
"What is it?" she says as we walk into the hallway.
"I don't know. Something with Kel and Leo," I say.
"I'm going with you," she says.
When we arrive at the school, I sprint inside. I'm out of breath and on the verge of hysteria when we find the office. Kel and Leo are both sitting in the lobby.
My feet won't move fast enough as I run to them and hug them.
"Are y'all okay? What happened?"
They both shrug.
"We don't know," Kel says. "They just told us we had to sit here until our parents came."
"Ms. Kim?" someone says from behind me. I turn around and there is a slender woman with red hair looking at me. She's wearing a black pencil skirt and a white dress shirt. She looks more like a librarian than a principal. She gestures her hand toward her office and Eddie and I follow her.
The woman walks into her office and takes a seat at her desk, nodding to the chairs in front of her. Eddie and I both sit.
"I'm Ms. Brill. I'm the principal here at Chapman Elementary. Principal Brill."
The curt way she's speaking to me and her hoity toity posture have immediately turned me off. I already don't like her.
"Are Leo's parents joining us?" she asks.
"Leo's parents are dead," I reply.
She gasps, then attempts to control her reaction by sitting up even straighter. "Oh, that's right. I'm sorry," she says. "Is it his sister? He lives with his sister, right?"
I nod. "She's in Detroit, she can't make it. I'm Kel's sister. What's the problem?"
She laughs. "Well, isn't it obvious?" She gestures out her office window to them.
I look at the boys. They're playing rock-paper-scissors and laughing. I know she's referring to their costumes, but she's already lost my respect with her attitude, so I continue to act oblivious.
"Is rock-paper-scissors against school policy?" I ask.
Eddie laughs.
"Ms. Kim," Principal Brill says. "They're dressed as cancerous lungs!" She shakes her head in disbelief.
"I thought they were rotten kidney beans," Eddie says.
We both laugh.
"I don't think this is funny," Principal Brill says. "They're causing a distraction amongst the students! Those are very offensive and crude costumes! I don't know who thought it was a good idea, but you need to take them home and change their clothes."
My focus returns to Principal Brill as I slowly turn around and lean forward, placing my arms on her desk.
"Principal Brill," I say calmly. "Those costumes were made by my mother. My mother, who has stage four small-cell lung cancer. My mother, who will never watch her little boy celebrate another Halloween again. My mother, who will more than likely experience a year of 'lasts.' Last Christmas. Last birthday. Last Easter. And if God is willing, her last Mother's Day. My mother, who when asked by her nine-year-old son if he could be her cancer for Halloween, had no choice but to make him the best cancerous tumor-ridden lung costume she could. So if you think it's so offensive, I suggest you drive them home yourself and tell my mother to her face. Do you need my address?"
Principal Brill's mouth is gaped open as she shakes her head. She can't respond. I stand up and Eddie follows me out the door. I stop short and spin around and walk back into her office.
"And one more thing. The costume contest? I hope it's fairly judged."
Eddie laughs as I shut the door behind us.
"What's going on?" Kel asks.
"Nothing," I say. "Y'all can go back to class. She just wanted to know where we got the materials for your costume so she can be a hemorrhoid next year."
Eddie and I try to contain our laughter as the boys make their way back to class. We head outside and as soon as we open the doors, we explode. We laugh so hard, we cry.
When we get back in the jeep, I have six missed calls from my mother and two from Lisa. I return their calls and assure them the situation has been resolved without sparing any details.
Later that afternoon when I pick the boys up from school, they sprint to the car.
"We won!" Leo yells as he climbs in the backseat. "We both won! Fifty dollars each!"