Ann Martin - Kristy And The Snobs

It was a good thing I didn't go. If I had, I wouldn't have been around for all the commotion that was about to happen. Even though in a big family, especially a stepfamily, you learn to expect commotion, I wasn't prepared for what was to follow. Things started when Watson and his ex-wife somehow got their signals crossed and the first Mrs. Brewer dropped Karen and Andrew off earlier than usual for their weekend with us, thinking that Watson was home. He wasn't, but it was okay

since Charlie and David Michael and I were.

Karen ran inside, full of energy, with Andrew at her heels. "Hi, everybody!" she called. "Here we are!" She dropped her knapsack and a tote bag in the front hall by the staircase. Andrew dropped his things on Karen's.

"What's for dinner?" asked Karen. "Where's Boo-Boo? Have you seen Morbidda Destiny? How's Louie?"

Karen usually leaves the rest of us in shock with her talk and excitement and enthusiasm. For the next half hour we were one step behind her as she and Andrew settled into the routine at their dad's house. First Karen ran to one of the windows that faces Mrs. Porter's house next door.

"Eeee!" she screeched. "I can see her! I can see her in her kitchen. She's mixing something in a pot. You know what I think?"

(By this time the rest of us, including quiet Andrew, had gathered behind Karen and were peering at Mrs. Porter.)

"I think she's mixing a wicked witch's brew! She's stirring up a brew that's going to grow fur all over Andrew or - "

"Dope," said Charlie fondly, clapping a hand over Karen's mouth. He smiled at her and shook his head. "You know she can't do stuff like that. She's probably making soup."

"Kristy?" asked Andrew, turning a worried face to me.

"Oh, Andrew," I said, kneeling down, "you're not going to grow fur. Don't give it a second thought."

By this time, Karen was already gone. She'd run into Watson's den and found Boo-Boo asleep in a leather armchair. (I swear, that cat always picks the most uncomfortable spots for his naps.) And she summoned us from the window with another shriek.

"He's growing fangs! Boo-Boo is growing fangs!" Karen was crying as we caught up with her. "It's Morbidda Destiny again."

I was positive, no matter what Karen said, and no matter what doubts I have about our next-door neighbor, that Boo-Boo was not growing fangs. I tiptoed to the leather chair while everyone else looked on in silence. Despite Karen's shrieking a moment earlier, Boo-Boo was still sound asleep. He was sprawled on his back, and was, in fact, so sound asleep, that his mouth was slightly open. I saw why Karen thought he had fangs.

Smiling, I tiptoed back to her. "Those aren't fangs," I said, with a laugh. "They're just his regular old teeth. They're called incisors or something. I guess you never noticed them before. Look, even humans have them." I

opened my mouth and showed her my four pointy teeth.

"Whew," breathed Karen. "I was worried ... I wonder if Louie has those teeth, too." And she was off again. Her third screech came from the kitchen. "What now?" asked Charlie wearily. We were getting tired of Karen's games. But her third screech was followed by a fourth, and both sounded truly terrified.

"Oh, boy," I said under my breath. Charlie, David Michael, Andrew, and I ran to the kitchen. The four of us skidded to a halt behind Karen. For a moment, no one spoke. We just stared at Louie. I couldn't believe what he was doing.

David Michael began to cry. I turned him away from Louie and hugged him to me.

Charlie drew in his breath and approached Louie, while I tried to turn Karen and Andrew around and hug my brother at the same time. Luckily, Mom and Watson both arrived home just then. I hoped one of them would know what to do.

Louie seemed to have lost complete control of his hind legs. He was pulling himself around the kitchen with his front legs, dragging the back ones as if they were paralyzed. And he was, as you might imagine, in a panic. He

crawled into a leg of the kitchen table, and then into the stove.

"Lou-ie!" David Michael howled.

"Charlie, take David Michael out of the kitchen," my mother ordered.

"Please take Karen and Andrew, too," added Watson.

Charlie did as he was told, but nobody had asked me to do anything, so I just stood by the doorway and watched.

Mom ran for the phone and dialed Dr. Smith while Watson tried to calm Louie down. He succeeded somewhat, and I relaxed a little and tried to figure out what the phone conversation was about, but all Mom would say was "Mm-hmm," and, "Yes, that's right," and, "I see," and finally, "Okay, thank you." When she got off the phone, she turned to me. "Kristy, tell the others we'll have a family meeting as soon as Sam comes home."

That family meeting is something I wish I could forget, but know I'll never be able to. The eight of us - Mom, Watson, Charlie, Sam, David Michael, Andrew, Karen, and I - gathered in the living room.

Mom said bluntly, "Kids, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Louie is very, very sick now. And he's not going to get better."

Charlie and Sam and I lowered our heads. But David Michael, Andrew, and Karen looked at Mom with wide, surprised eyes.

"What about the shots? And the pills?" asked my little brother.

"They're not working," Mom told him. "You can see that, can't you, honey?"

David Michael nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

"So what do we do now?" asked Sam.

Mom glanced at Watson and I could see that her eyes were teary, too. Watson took her hand reassuringly. "Dr. Smith suggested that we have Louie put down tomorrow," he said gently.

I expected my brothers to get angry, to yell that nobody would ever do that to Louie. But they all began to cry instead. David Michael cried noisily. Sam and Charlie tried to hide the fact that they were crying, but I know they were. Then a lump that had been filling up my throat all afternoon, dissolved, and I began to cry, too, which made Andrew and Karen burst into tears. It didn't matter. Even Watson was crying.

After a few moments, David Michael announced, "I'm going to sleep with Louie tonight." We knew he meant sleep in the family room with him, and I'm sure he thought someone

was going to try to stop him, but no one said a word.

So Louie and David Michael spent the night together. Just as Louie had often joined one of us in bed, to keep us company, David Michael kept Louie company during his last night with us.

Chapter 13.

Mom said it wasn't necessary for all of us to go to Dr. Smith's the next day, and I worried that we would argue about who stayed and who went. Sam and Charlie looked relieved, though, and said they wouldn't mind staying home. (I think they were afraid they'd cry at the vet's, and that people would see them.) Watson then asked if my brothers would watch Karen and Andrew. He'd decided they were too young to go. Sam and Charlie agreed right away. And that's how Mom and Watson, David Michael, and I became the four who accompanied Louie to the vet.

David Michael had spent an uncomfortable night with Louie. He'd insisted on sleeping next to him, on the floor. He wouldn't even consider the couch. Louie whined a lot that night, according to Mom, who (although David Michael didn't know it) spent most of the night reading in the kitchen, keeping her ears open

for problems in the family room. But toward dawn, both Louie and my brother fell asleep. They stayed asleep until nine o'clock when Mom reluctantly woke David Michael. She wanted to get the trip to Dr. Smith's over with as soon as possible.

At breakfast that morning nobody ate much. And we were silent. Nobody even asked for a reprieve for Louie. He was just in too much pain. We knew that giving Louie an extra day or two would be one of the crudest things we could do to him.