Then an unexpected turn: Joe Formby, a football star, came to me asking if I had Susan DuCharme's soul. "Yeah, I do." "Would you be willing to sell it?" And people thought I was odd. I didn't answer right away because I was so surprised. Joe apparently took this to be bargaining and offered me 25 cents. I really didn't want to be on his bad side so I agreed immediately. He loped off staring at the scrap of paper in his hand, grinning like a chimp. The next day, Al Hunter came to me for Judy Dek’s soul. "I don't have Judy’s soul," I said looking up at the six-foot 4-inch basketball player. "Well, see if you can get it," he said with a scowl. He strode off leaving me to wonder what I had gotten myself into. I would see Judy tomorrow in English class but she was pretty devout and I was pretty sure she wouldn't agree. The next morning in homeroom, I got a note to report to the vice principal's office. Good grief. I sat in the overly big wooden chair outside Mr. Koscore’s office until he called me in. "Donald, I've gotten several calls from parents saying you are buying and selling souls? Is this true?" "Well, not exactly..." "Yes or no." "Well, yes, I guess." "Do you have the deeds?" He glowered. I dug around in my book bag and handed him the ragged pile of scraps. "You are officially out of business and if I could think of a commensurate punishment I would. Instead, I'll leave it to the merciful Lord. Dismissed." | |
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