With Dreadwalker's mom waking up, I knew we'd never get anything done. I kept flipping through the phonebook anyway, but I knew that soon enough, we'd be sent off on some ridiculous trek to find some magical toilet bowl cleaner or something stupid like that, to appease her.
"Jonathan?" she yawned. "Oh, Veronica, how nice to see you dear."
"You too Mrs. Fruitangelo," I said in my best obviously-bored voice. I kept my eyes on the Phonebook.
Emily Richard's School for the Gifted.....
Emmerson's School for the Gifted...... !
"I found it!" I declared proudly. "This guy must know something." I picked up the phone and began dialing.
"Found what?" Johnny's mom asked. "What are you two looking for?"
"Nothing, mom," said Johnny quickly. "It's nothing. Go back to sleep. Please."
"I'm bored!" she shouted. "I want to eat popsicles."
"In a few hours, mom. We're busy right now."
"Balderdash! Let's go right now!"
"Mom..." Johnny complained. "We've got all eternity. Would you please just let us --" but at that moment, I said hello to the guy on the phone, and Johnny stopped whining so he could listen to me.
"Hello? Is this Emmerson's School for the Gifted?"
"Yes ma'am, how may I help you?"
"I was wondering, do you know how to get to the Island of the Gifted?"
There was a pause.
"Um... no, I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean."
"Damn it, Emmerson!" I yelled into the phone. "Don't play dumb with me! I'll have you know I'm a ninja! Stop playing games and tell me how to get to the Island of the Gifted THIS INSTANT!!!" I noticed that he hadn't whined or cried or given up yet, so I said, "Hello? Are you still there?"
What a wuss. Who hangs up, honestly.