For a moment there he had forgotten about his headache, but it was back in full force. He thought about the throb in his head and how black and calm everything went when his eyes were shut. He thought about Andy Gilmoreâs bleeding nose and was glad he wasnât bleeding at least. Andy had gone through almost an entire box of Kleenex after Elma had hit him with that ball. Poor old Andy.
Roosterâs heart stopped. His eyes sprang open.
âItâs not Elma, is it?â
Mrs. Helmsley smiled. âAs a matter of fact, it is.â
âAre you joking?â
âI knew youâd be excited. And I wish I knew what was taking her so long. She probably got hung up at her newspaper committee meeting, or the teacher who runs the chess club wanted to see her for a moment. Itâs not that sheâs outside having a cigarette and failed to hear the announcement.â
âWhy Elma?â
âBecause she has tremendous leadership and organizational skills, thatâs why. Those are the two attributes Mrs. Yuler was looking for most. She wants the Strikers ready to compete for a berth in the Special Olympics qualifying round at the end of the month, and she sees no chance of that happening if itâs just you in charge.â
âSo why doesnât Elma do it all then?â
âBecause Elma does not need another opportunity to prove herself. Sheâs done enough already. She could start university tomorrow and she wouldnât miss a beat.â
âOkay, so why donât you send her to university tomorrow and Iâll do this on my own?â
Mrs. Helmsley took a deep breath. âUniversity is out for the summer. And you canât be trusted on your own, remember?â
Rooster sighed quietly and rubbed his head. The door of Mrs. Helmsleyâs office opened. In walked Elma, wearing a black T-shirt and dark blue jeans. She looked first at him and grimaced.
âClose the door, please,â said Mrs. Helmsley.
âSorry Iâm late,â said Elma. âI was at first-aid training.â
âI forgot all about that,â said her mom. âDonât worry, we wonât be long here. I want you two to set up a time and a place to get together and lay out a strategy. We can meet here again next Friday and you can tell me how itâs going. Iâll probably know by then anyway, but we may as well make it official. Any questions? Good. Thank you, Elma, for taking this on in spite of your heavy schedule. Rooster, I expect you to pick up the pace and be the leader with this before too long.â
Sitting beside him, Elma snorted. âThatâll be the day,â she said.
âGet along, you two,â said Mrs. Helmsley, her tone dropping to a threatening level. âI will not tolerate any reports of you two fighting or disrupting the bowling sessions. Nor will I accept anything less than what Mrs. Yuler has asked for. The Strikers are going to be an organized and respectful team of bowlers, and they are going to be ready to join the Special Olympics Bowling League by the end of this month. Thatâs three weeks away. Is that understood?â
Elma nodded without hesitation.
Rooster waited a moment. âI guess so,â he said. âThereâs not much choice in the matter, is there?â
âThereâs none,â said Mrs. Helmsley.
Rooster and Elma left the office together. They agreed to meet at the bowling alley at six oâclock Monday evening, one hour before the Strikers were due to arrive.
âBe on time,â said Elma, turning and walking down the hall.
Rooster turned in the opposite direction. âDonât worry, Junior,â he said. âIâll be there.â
He did not turn around, but he knew she was glaring at him.
7
M onday evening arrived quickly. Before he knew it, Rooster was walking down the long hill that led from his house through downtown to the bowling alley.
His weekend had been relatively