RIGHT AT FIRST THE bike thing didn’t really register with Dani. All she could think about was getting Pixie into the house and getting her hands and knees cleaned up and painted with Mercurochrome, so the skinned places wouldn’t get infected. Pixie kept whimpering and trying to push Dani’s hand away, and Dani kept trying to tell her it wouldn’t hurt so much if she’d just hold still. So, for Dani, the bike question got put on hold for a while. Actually it was Stormy who began to get the picture first.
Stormy, who had been squatting in front of Pixie staring at her bloody knees with a horrified look on his face, made a sudden gasping noise and got to his feet. Dani looked up at him.
“Bike,” he was whispering, “bike.” But just then Pixie let out a particularly pitiful moan and Dani went back to trying to be very gentle while she got the Mercurochrome on one of the worst places. She’d forgotten about Stormy until a little later, when there was a loud clattering noise, the front door flew open and Stormy came into the living room pushing a bicycle. A big shiny black bicycle with streamlined fenders, big fat tires and a very fancy paint job. It obviously was brand new, and even more obviously had cost somebody a whole lot of money.
“What? What on earth …?” Dani began when Stormy said something in a strange kind of a gasping whisper. “It’s a Black Phantom. A real Black Phantom. I found it in the road.” He looked at Pixie accusingly. “You left it right out there in the road?”
Pixie sniffed and wiped her eyes. “I left it right where I fell off,” she said. “Where I fell off the stupid thing.”
But Dani’s mind had gotten back on track by then and what it was telling her was really making her angry.
Getting to her feet, she stared at Pixie, hands on hips. “So!” she said. “So you said you’d ask your folks for money to buy a bicycle and we could use the money to buy tickets.” Doing her sarcastic head wobble, she went on, “And then you just up and decided to ask for the bicycle instead.”
“No. No, I didn’t,” Pixie said. “I just showed my mother the picture in Stormy’s catalog and—”
“Aha!” Stormy said accusingly. “You took my bicycle magazine.” But Pixie just nodded and went on, “—showed her the picture of the Black Phantom bike. And when I said I’d like to have one, my mother said she’d talk to my father about it. Then she went back to the lab and I went to bed. My father had to go into Las Vegas very early this morning and by the time I got up he’d already gone. But I guess my mother gave him the catalog to take with him. So when he came back”—she shrugged and motioned toward the bicycle—“when he came back he had that with him. So then my mother came out of the lab and they gave me a riding lesson. Both of them. Both of them were out there with me for a long time.”
She paused then and seemed to drift off, as if she were reliving some great experience.
“Out where?” Dani asked.
Pixie came out of her spell and said, “Where? Oh, you know, out in that parking area by the windmill. They helped me get started and then they watched me ride. But then, after I was riding really well, they went back to the lab to set up some new equipment. So I decided to ride down here and—and show you what happened.” She sighed again. “Except I fell off.”
“Did you hear that?” Dani asked Stormy. “Did you hear what happened to all that ticket money we could have had?”
But Stormy didn’t seem to be hearing much of anything. Instead he was kneeling beside the bicycle, running his fingers over the fenders and pedals and mumbling to himself.
“Stormy!” Dani yelled. “What are you doing?”
His eyes did their squinty thing. “Looking,” he said. “I’m just looking.” Then he turned to Pixie. “It’s a boy’s bike,” he said. “Why’d you tell them to get a boy’s bike?”
“I told you,” Pixie wailed. “I didn’t tell them to get any kind of a bike. My father just bought one like in the picture. He probably doesn’t even know about girls’ bikes.” Pixie shrugged and sighed. “It’s not the kind of thing he notices.”
It was beginning to occur to Dani that maybe, for once, Pixie was actually telling the truth. Maybe she really hadn’t expected her folks to buy the bicycle instead of giving her the money. But if that was true it still left a whole lot of interesting questions. For instance—why would some mad-scientist parents who were planning to chop their kid up any day now decide to buy her such an expensive present? Dani would have asked that question and probably a few others, except that just at that moment Linda came home.
Of course Linda was all upset about Pixie’s injuries. So for several minutes all that got talked about, or even looked at, was Pixie’s hands and knees. Pixie had stopped sniffling and was saying that she wasn’t hurting much anymore but it wasn’t until Linda had examined everything and asked all sorts of questions that another problem came up. And that was how Pixie was going to get home.
“Can’t she go back the way she came?” Dani asked, but Pixie was sure she couldn’t.
“I’m not very good at it,” Pixie told Linda. “That’s why I fell off. And even if I didn’t fall off again, pedaling all that way would make my knees start bleeding all over again. I know it would.” She looked around. “Someone else has to do it. Someone else has to ride the bicycle out there and tell my folks to come for me in the car.”
It wasn’t until then that Linda began to notice the bicycle, which wasn’t too surprising since Stormy had been kind of wrapped around it ever since she came in. She went over and pried Stormy away long enough to get a good look at it.
“My! It is a beautiful bicycle, isn’t it?” she said to Stormy. Then she asked Dani if either she or Stormy could ride out to get someone to pick Pixie up. “Would that be all right?” she asked Pixie.
“I guess so,” Pixie said. Then she whispered to Dani, “Does Stormy know how to ride a bike?”
“Oh, sure,” Dani said. “He rode mine all the time till it fell apart.”
“That’s right,” Linda said, “Stormy is a great bicycle rider. Stormy. Could you ride the new bike out to …”
Stormy looked up, blinking like he had just awakened from some kind of bicycle fantasy. “Could I ride the Black Phantom?” He jumped up with his eyes sparkling like crazy. “Yes, yes. I can.” He turned to Pixie. “Can I? Can I ride the Black Phantom?”
Linda looked at her watch. “It’s quite a long way but I think there’d be time for you to get out to the ranch before dark. And then Mr. Smithson could bring you back in the car when he comes to get Pixie.”
Suddenly Stormy’s eyes went wide and blank. “To the ranch?” he asked. “To where Pixie lives?” He looked scared. Frantic even. And Dani knew why. And Pixie knew why too, or at least she ought to. She was the one who had convinced Stormy that her parents were crazy Frankensteins who would just love to get their hands on a kid who was all alone way out in the desert. But Pixie didn’t seem to see the problem at all.
“Yes,” she said. “When you get there just knock on the door, and if they don’t hear, it will be because they’re both still in the lab. They probably will be.” She sighed. “They both spend most of their time in that stupid place. So knock real loud and then if they still don’t hear just go on in and—”
“Go … on … in …,” Stormy was saying between pauses that sounded like gasps. “No … no … I don’t …”
It was then that Dani decided that she had to say something, anything to change the drift of the conversation. Because if she didn’t she knew for certain that Stormy was going to blow it. He was going to say something about the Frankenstein thing right there in front of Linda. And if he did, a lot more private stuff was certain to come out.
“Hey, Stormy,” Dani said. “I’ll go. If you don’t want to ride all the way out there by yourself, I’ll go.” She turned to her mother. “I guess he just doesn’t want to go all that way by himself. So I can do it, Stormy. Okay?” She went over, grabbed his shoulder and shook him. “Okay?” she said again, trying to make the word say a lot of other things too. Things like “Snap out of it, kid, before you ruin everything.”
“Really? Are you sure?” Linda said. “I could go over to the hotel and see if Mr. Grabler could take Pixie home in their car.”
Dani was surprised. One of the few things that Dani and Linda had always agreed on was the Grabler family. Dani had heard her mother say that Howie and Brenda Grabler might not be as inclined to punch noses as their son was, but they were awfully good at sneaky stabs in the back. On the one hand Dani knew that Linda hated to have to ask them for any sort of favor. But on the other, they were the only close neighbors who happened to own a car. At least, one that was in running order.
Squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin, Dani said, “No, that’s all right. I can go.” And a few minutes later she was out on Silver Avenue climbing onto the Black Phantom while the rest of them watched. Linda and Stormy, and even Pixie, who had managed to hobble out stiff-legged, stood on the front porch and watched as she put the kickstand up and got ready to ride. To ride out across the desert—all by herself.