she was through. He was twirling a yellow Scripto pencil between histhin fingers. He was better at twirling than a majorette.“I don’t think so,” Tara said.“Why not? Are they all girls?”“No, but the boys are hunks,” Tara said.There was an amused murmur. Mr. Markham stopped twirlinghis pencil and looked around the room, his bright, unsmiling eyes assharp as a bird of prey’s. When Mr. Markham looked like that, as if he were going topounce, Bingo wondered why he had wanted to be in Mr. Markham’sclass, why he had run all the way home to yell, “Mom! I got Mr.Mark!”Mr. Markham said, “Melissa, I’d like to hear your letter.”Melissa said, “I’ve got two careers, Mr. Markham. Is that allright?”“It’s your life.”Melissa stood up. “I’m a scientist and a rock star,” she said.Her words electrified Bingo. He stopped breathing. It wasexactly like a movie he had seen recently called
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
He had a stunning picture of Melissa in the starring role. She was in a laboratory pouring formulas from one vial to another. Thenas night approached, she threw off her white lab coat, spray-paintedher hair different colors, and jumped into a limousine.The picture of Melissa at a rock concert, on stage in a wild pink spotlight, was even more stunning; Bingo couldn’t help himself. Hefell instantly in love with Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde. Although Bingo had had no previous experience with love, heknew that this was not a fleeting, everyday kind of love. This was a
THE BURNING QUESTIONS OF BINGO BROWNBetsy Byars