Philip cowered in the bushes that jutted out near the old woman’s garage and gently moved some twigs aside to peek out. There she stood, dressed in a long, ragged black dress, her scraggly gray hair blowing about her shoulders, holding onto her porch railing and looking out over her yard for him.
All he had done was to toss his ball against her garage door as he walked past her house. Bang went the ball and bang went the old lady, bolting out of her rocking chair, pointing at him, and cackling at him to get away; stay away; don’t come back. The old woman took him by such surprise that his ball bounced off his knee and into the street and rolled down the sewer. A perfectly good ball only two weeks old, wasted.
This old lady had already phoned his house twice before with stupid complaints about him. Once, she said he stuck his tongue out at her. Ridiculous, Philip thought, as he kept his eye on her. Emery had given him a piece of the sourest candy he’d ever tasted. He’d spit it out and waggled his tongue around, trying to get the sourness to go away.
The other time the old woman told his mother he’d made a nasty gesture at her. Ridiculous again, Philip thought. He and Emery had walked by, and Philip saw a mangy cat sitting on the roof of the porch where the old woman rocked on a chair directly under the cat. The cat’s tail seemed to wag in time with the old lady’s rocking. Philip pointed to show Emery. Who wouldn’t point at such a funny sight?
The old woman jumped up, cackling as always, and a moment later, she bustled inside to her telephone. Philip’s father told him to use another street to get where he was going and stay off Van Kirk Street, where she lived. Philip didn’t want a third phone call, so he dived into the bushes before the old woman could get a good look at him. He hoped.
A whistling noise caught his attention, and he turned and saw Emery walking down the sidewalk. Philip waited for Emery to get nearer.
“Emery! Emery!”
Emery stopped and looked around.
“Philip?”
“Yeah.”
“Where are you?”
“Here.”
“Here, where?”
“Here, here.”
“You can’t be here. I’m here. You must be there.”
Philip clenched his jaw. Emery was starting up already.
“Cut it out, Emery. In the bushes.”
Emery stepped closer to the bushes and saw Philip.
“What are you doing in there?”
Philip shushed him and pointed.
“Oh, her again. Let me in.”
Philip shuffled over, and Emery scrouched in next to him.
“Why are you hiding?”
Philip explained.
“You sure she didn’t recognize you?” Emery asked.
“I don’t think she did. I pulled my hat down real fast. That’s why I missed the ball, and it rolled down the sewer.” Philip wore a red Phillies cap.
“Hide your cap, and let’s go out that way. She won’t see us.”
Philip followed Emery’s suggestion, and a few minutes later the two boys walked calmly down a different street. It was Wednesday morning, the fifth day of summer vacation, and both boys were in a good mood.
“Wait’ll you hear,” said Emery.
“Wait’ll I hear what?”
“I got a wish.”
“Everybody’s got wishes. I wish that old lady would move to New Jersey.”
“No, no. I made a wish come true.”
Philip sighed. He couldn’t wait to hear Emery explain this.
“Go ahead,” Philip muttered. “Let’s hear.”
“I just came from where they’re setting up the circus. You seen all the posters, right?”
“I guess I have. They’re hanging on every street in the neighborhood. There’s one there. It says it starts today.”
The boys examined a brightly-colored poster attached to a telephone pole. Cole Brothers Circus and Carnival. It had a picture of a tiger jumping through a fiery hoop; a lady riding a bicycle on a high wire; a pharaoh in a tall headdress; and a gypsy who wore a dangling hoop earring and whose head looked like it was wrapped in a towel.
“Why’d you go there? It’s not open in the morning.”
“I didn’t have anything to do so I went to see.” Emery ran to the telephone pole and put his finger on the gypsy. “See this guy? He talked to me. He called me over to his tent. I made a wish, and he granted it.”
Philip’s confidence in Emery plummeted.
“He told you to make a wish; you, nobody but you, and he granted it like a genie who popped out of a bottle?”
“Yeah, I wished I could see the circus, and look.” With flair, Emery pulled a ticket to the circus from his pocket. “I didn’t even have to pay.”
Philip studied the ticket. This put things into a different light. With Emery waving the ticket under his nose, he had to believe him.
“How’d you get it? For free, really?”
“Didn’t I say how I got it, and didn’t I say it was for free?”
“You did. You did. But why’d he pick you?”
“Let me tell you what happened.”