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Just Three, 1957
by KJ Hannah Greenberg
There were three of us. Jamie had curly hair. Roxanne had freckles. I had no remarkable looks, but I was tough.
We built a treehouse in the vacant lot near our elementary school. Our hideaway was fashioned from boards we found and nails we bought by not using our ice cream money for ice cream. Fortunately, all of our moms gave out ice cream money.
Race ya down.
Not yet. I want to look at the clouds.
Leave her be. Brainiacs brain is engaged. Did you get straight As again, Elissa?
Nope. But Mom says its nearly expected for fat girls to get Cs in gym. Do you want to diet with me? Mom says all protein is a good idea.
Thanks. Not. I can wear a two piece.
Come on, no one wants to race down?
Roxanne, No.
No in my house, too.
See ya later-the Frozen Chosen mans truck is coming and I need a Popsicle.
Bye.
Bye.
Jamie, keep a secret?
Sure.
I think Sam likes me. He waved when I rode by his driveway on my bike. He also asked me if I wanted to go to Brook Park with him!
Elissa and Sam sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes
Maddie? Where did you come from?
Its your turn to walk Princess. Mom says.
Bye Jamie.
Elissa, dont leave. bring Princess up.
How?
Ill help.
could try.
Princess, all the same, was a fat dachshund. She couldnt be pushed or pulled past the second branch. Fat dogs fail gym, too.
I tied our pup to the trunk, instead, and then wandered with Maddie and Jamie to the blackberry patch. The vacant lot was a treasure place.
Roxanne joined shortly after with an orange Push-Up. The Frozen Chosen man had run out of Popsicles.
Weeks later, Jamie brought a brightly colored flyer to our treetop getaway. She had picked up that handbill at the local McDonalds. The papers bright colors announced a Muscular Dystrophy Carnival.
Lets go.
No.
No?
Lets make our own. It says it doesnt matter how old you are. It just matters that you want to help crippled kids.
We could ask Sam and Marvin to help.
We could.
Where would we get prizes? How would pay for things? Can I be the chairperson?
No, Im organizing since it was my idea.
We could sell bubble flowers and hotdogs.
Your mom will make the hotdogs?
Ill have to ask.
Ask Maddie to help, too? Shell be hard to live with if shes left out.
Only if Sam can be on my team. Hes almost equals a little sisters annoyances.
Lets take a month to make this work. The first week of August would be swell for a carnival.
For five weeks, Jamie, Roxanne, and I argued about who would be chairperson, ran from store to store soliciting donations of goods and services for prizes, and asked shop owners to put our signs in their windows. Most of our signs were made with crayon. I was worried that they might melt.
Good afternoon, Mr. Brown.
Hi Elissa. Youve grown. I remember when your mom brought you in weekly. She got prescriptions filled and you got candy. You were a chubby little girl.
Could you donate to our carnival?
Would you like a lolly?
Id like a prize. You can write it off since the carnivals for charity. Also, if we make enough to go on TV, we can name your business in our thank-yous.
I dont know. Business is slow in the summer.
So, surely, you have things that arent selling. Prizes can be anything.
Hi Mrs. McCrotsky.
Hi Jamie. Do you want that cleaned bulk rate or regular?
Its my good sweater. Im wearing it draped for effect. Snazzy?
Could be.
Want to donate to our carnival?
Im sorry, but we have a no donations policy. Otherwise, all of our services would go to charity and wed have to close the store. There are so many worthy organizations.
Im a girl, not an organization. Besides, I wasnt going to ask you for free dry cleaning, but for a few of those bags on that roll. Thatd be a great prize.
Why does it always rain at the wrong time? Sam was right in saying thingsll go wrong.
Stop fretting. The forecast is only seventy per for cent rain. Thats a thirty per cent possibility that it will be sunny. Did you hear me? Catch! Those are for the paper flags. Blow up the rest of the balloons, too. Were going to have a great carnival!
Did your mom make the popcorn yet?
Wheres the money can?
Where did you come from?
Sams.
Like the clown suit?
Love it! Take those two, over there, a bunch of balloons, and the sign. Walk around a few blocks. Let people know our carnival is going to start in two hours.
What?
Look for yourself-theres no one here.
Jamie
I just sent Marvin away.
Should have been me. Im tired of hanging flags. In fact, I quit.
Cant.
Why not?
We need you to staff the water target booth.
Too bad.
Elissa!
Mom?
Send your friends home. Its raining. You girls cant stand around in the backyard and get soaked.
Despite the rain, our youth, the small number of carnival goers and our strange prizes, we collected more than $500 dollars for the muscular dystrophy research. We never got to appear on TV, though, even after we were invited, since our principal wouldnt let us miss school.
Later that year, Roxanne moved to New York. Jamie transferred to a private school. I was left with carnival memories and the feeling, not of being a threesome, but of being lonesome. At least, Maddie got double dog walking duty and Sam never tried to kiss me.
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