in today, however, was neither codebook, textbook, nor true-life story. Today she was reading to relax her brain, a totally necessary pursuit if one wanted to find the answer to something one just couldn’t grasp.
RULE 6: SOMETIMES NOT THINKING ABOUT A PROBLEM IS THE BEST WAY TO FIND THE SOLUTION.
And there was a pretty big question that needed answering: what in tarnation was going on in Twinford? Ruby had worked four cases now for Spectrum, and all of them had been resolved, more or less.
But there was something still nagging at her. A sense that those cases were connected somehow, in some way she couldn’t grasp.
She hadn’t got a long way through Kung Fu Martians when one of her many phones began to ring. She had a good collection of telephones by now, having become interested in them when she was just five years old: every shape, every design, from a bar of soap to a squirrel in a tuxedo.
She reached for the donut and flipped it open.
‘Twinford Garbage Disposal, we depend on your trash.’
‘Ruby?’
‘Oh, hey Del.’
‘Look, thanks a load Rube, I owe you one, man.’
‘Don’t mention it,’ said Ruby. ‘I mean, who hasn’t jumped into a dumpster to prevent a friend being socked in the kisser?’
‘Most people,’ said Del. ‘Anyway, the thing is, all I’m saying is I appreciate it.’
‘Any time,’ said Ruby. ‘Don’t think me rude, but I oughta get back to reading my comic book; I’m trying to figure something out here.’
‘Go figure,’ said Del.
Del hung up and Ruby went back to her reading until the next interruption, which came from the ACA Insurance Company.
‘Hello ma’am, how are you today, my name’s Doris, I’m calling from the ACA Insurance Company and I would like to invite you to take out an ACA life insurance policy with ACA Life Insurance at half the cost of our usual policy and if you join us today right now over the phone I can throw in an alarm clock radio and a free watch, worth a grand total of fifteen dollars and ninety-nine cents.’
‘Well, thank you for the offer Doris,’ said Ruby, ‘and as good as that sounds, I regret to say I am only thirteen years old and have no dependents depending on my income and no income to speak of, a perfectly good alarm clock radio and a better than ordinary wristwatch, besides which I do not plan to die just yet.’
‘Oh, sorry dear, might I speak to your mother?’
‘She too has a wristwatch and no plans to die.’
‘None of us plan to die, dear.’
‘Believe me, my mom’s not dying, she looks half her age and eats muesli for breakfast – thank you for your call.’
Ruby replaced the phone and resumed her reading, but three minutes later she was interrupted again. This time by Mrs Lemon.
‘Oh Ruby, I’m so glad I caught you, I was just wondering, I mean hoping to goodness, that you might be able to watch baby Archie tomorrow?’
This was not a call Ruby wanted to take, and just how Elaine Lemon had got hold of her private number was a mystery and something she would be taking up with her mother when she came back from wherever she was.
‘Well, jeez Elaine, it’s good of you to think of me but I am up to my eyeballs right now.’
‘Up to your eyeballs in what?’ asked Elaine.
‘This and that,’ said Ruby. ‘I got the girl scouts and band practice and cheerleading, not to mention the Christmas pageant.’
‘Really? Aren’t you a little old for Christmas pageants?’
‘Never too old to join in, Elaine, and I’m a joiner.’
‘It would seem so. My, they do begin these Christmas rehearsals early these days, it’s not even October,’ said Mrs Lemon. ‘Well, Ruby, if you are too busy then I won’t press you and I must applaud your get-involved spirit.’
‘I appreciate that Elaine, I really do,’ said Ruby. Then she hung up and once again went back to her comic. By the time the fourth phone call came in Ruby was a little strung out.
‘What!’ she yelled into the receiver.
‘You OK Ruby? You sound a little tense.’
‘Oh, it’s you Clance, sorry about that,’ said Ruby, relieved to hear the voice of her closest friend and most loyal ally, Clancy Crew, coming back down the line.
‘Yeah, well I’ve had a kinda tense few hours,’ she explained, ‘not what I had planned.’
‘Yeah, I ran into Del, she told me what happened. She was concerned that you might be mad at her,’ said Clancy.
‘Well, I’m not,’ said Ruby.
‘I told her you wouldn’t be,’ said Clancy.
No one knew Ruby like Clancy did, not even Mrs Digby, and she knew Ruby back to front and inside out.
‘So are you worried that Mrs Digby will tell your mom and dad?’
‘What makes you think Mrs Digby knows?’
‘You think she doesn’t?’
‘She knows,’ sighed Ruby. ‘She always knows. Mr Chester rang her, but she has no interest in getting my folks involved. You can imagine how they would react, right?’
Clancy sucked air through his teeth; he knew all right.
‘So what have you been doing?’ asked Ruby.
He let out a weary sigh. ‘I’ve been trying to make this petition to oppose Mrs Bexenheath’s suggestion that the school lockers be moved from the main corridor to somewhere totally inconvenient.’
‘Yeah, well that’s Mrs Bexenheath all over. Just so long as things are nice and tidy for her then she’s not interested in whether it works for any of us,’ said Ruby.
‘She doesn’t get it. The lockers are more than a place to keep your tennis shoes,’ said Clancy, ‘they are integral to social interaction.’
‘You’re preaching to the choir Clance, it’s Principal Levine you gotta persuade.’
‘I know,’ said Clancy, ‘but I have no idea how.’
‘You’ll think of something,’ said Ruby. ‘I have total faith.’
Pause.
‘So you watching The Ex Detective?’ asked Clancy.
‘I totally forgot it was on this afternoon. What’s the deal?’ asked Ruby.
‘Larry’s got his mom in town, but she’s just been kidnapped.’
‘I didn’t know that Larry had a mom.’
‘No one did,’ said Clancy, ‘but now she’s been kidnapped Larry realises how much he’s been missing her and wishes he hadn’t let the grass grow under their relationship.’
‘It’s always the way,’ sighed Ruby.
‘Yeah,’ agreed Clancy, ‘you just don’t know what you got until it’s gone.’
‘Talking of gone, when exactly are you flying to Washington?’ asked Ruby.
‘In about three weeks,’ said Clancy. ‘My dad’s planning on bringing along the whole pack of us.’
‘So what’s the point of this trip – pleasure or pain?’
Clancy sighed. ‘He won’t tell us, but he said this time we’ll enjoy it. Unlikely, I think. I’ll bet he