Seven: The Lunchroom Lady SighsI stayed out of sight, waiting for them to come out of Penny’s house. I was pissed. Mad Dog, for one, had never betrayed me like this. It was true that he blew with the wind as far as friends were concerned. But actually helping the other guy to hit me—wow, that was a new low, even for him. I had the feeling he would come back around and be stuck on me like glue as soon as Hoof got tired of him.
When we were freshmen, Ray Dimple, a senior at the time, briefly made friends with Mad Dog. I think it was because Mad Dog was willing to wax his car for him every day. But Mad Dog was thrilled to have a senior as a friend, and Ray did have a very cool car. So Mad Dog was living like a king. They cruised around Bellin with windows down and arms hanging out, low ridi
