Debbie and her best friend, Maureen Have grown up together in the same small town. One summer Maureen’s new relationship with classmate Glenna puts their friendship in jeopardy. The day after Debbie returns from a family vacation, the three girls go to a carnival. "Let’s go on the Zipper,” I said to Maureen. “Okay,” she said. So we did, and then we all played a game of tossing quarters onto plates balanced on bottle tops. I won a lime green cross-eyed bunny.
It made sense for me to get dropped off first. I got out and watched the car pull away. Through the rear window I saw Maureen’s and Glenna’s heads turn toward each other, and I felt myself falling away behind, I guess me and Glenna aren't friends, maybe she doesn't want to be friends.
From the backseat of the Flaibers’ car, Glenna asked her mother what day they would be leaving for their vacation. My ears pricked up. An unexpected ray of hope lit up little dioramas in my head: happy pictures of a week (or two?) without Glenna!
Well, they are all going. She had a camp down at Borth Lake and we are all going. I don’t know what else she said, but all the sentences had exclamation points at the end.
Maureen was out of the car and closing the door before Glenna could follow. She leaned her head inside to say good-bye. Glenna and her mother wore the startled expression of fish twitching in the bottom of a rowboat or fried on plates. Mrs. Flaiber turned forward, and the car moved slowly back into traffic, crunching pebbles and grit musically beneath its tires.
We squeezed between the dusty bushes to get to the riverbank, where we sank our feet into the silty mud, and sat on the low, bouncing branch of a big old tree that leaned out over the water. Maureen told us what was wrong and why she had been acting rude, she told us her parents were getting a divorce and she was upset, but now we are all friends.