#46 THE COURT CAPER PART TWO. OLIVIA AND I WALK UP THE STAIRS OF THE COURT. Almost.
Isabel, we need to walk fast.
I shift into a power walk.
Then Olivia sighs. Not THAT fast. We don’t want to get to court all sweaty and red-faced.
No sweat, I say.
Olivia doesn’t laugh.
That’s a joke, Olivia.
Very funny. Ha Ha. You DO know that the problem with sweaty and red-faced is that we’ll look suspicious? She pulls Kleenex out of her pocket. Here, use these.
Thanks, I pat my forehead dry, and say, Olivia, you think of everything!
I know, she says.
The courthouse is about two miles from our school. We get there right on time: 9:45.
Both of us take a deep breath, and then we’re doing it, climbing these high, stone steps to the courthouse door. Doors like from King Arthur or Hogwarts. Multilayers of oak planks held together by iron studs, strengthened and stiffened with iron bands.
Olivia hisses, These doors will be hard to breech. See how the studs are pointed to the front? It’s so the attackers will damage their weapons.
Of course we don’t have weapons. We come in peace. Sort of. Drama Queen is what Pop calls Olivia. The doors are open, girl. Put your catapult away.
The steps are steep, so steep and wide we need to climb them one at a time, but we don’t, since it would make us look like little kids.
What with trying to be nonchalant, and not sweat, and having to keep our eyes on the riser in front of us rather than up at the door, I don’t see Trouble until I bump my head into Olivia’s butt.
Olivia! I mutter when I almost fall backward but catch myself just in time. Watch your–
Isabel Scheherazade, court stair-climber–almost–will continue her report once she’s composed herself and her words