Saving Montgomery Sole Read Free Page B

his dating life doesn’t define him. It’s all just fodder for his creative sensibility, he says. Sometimes it feels like his dates are characters from a movie.
    â€œWhat happened to the Yoga Master?” I asked.
    â€œNot so masterful.”
    â€œButchers are probably cooler,” I added.
    â€œOh, let me tell you,” Thomas cackled, bumping the phone, “the kids in Aunty are all over the butchers. And the butches! These girls think it’s quite the thing.”
    I flipped over on the bed so I could put my face on the pillow, mashing the phone against my ear. I released my ponytail and was blanketed in hair.
    â€œDid you really think the remote viewing was 3.5?” I asked.
    â€œIs 3.5 bad? Maybe on a game show,” Thomas said. “I would say I’m not clear on why you would need to remote view anything now that we have smart phones.”
    â€œWell,” I said, “it would be cool, though. To have that kind of skill in your back pocket. Just in case.”
    Thomas paused. “Just in case what?”
    â€œI don’t know.” I rolled onto my back and stared at the chalk spirals Momma Jo had helped Naoki and me draw on my ceiling a few months ago.
    â€œIn case we need to start a psychedelic war?” Thomas asked. “Is that what we’re doing next week?”
    â€œI’m not planning anything. I’m just saying. It would be cool. To be able to see.”
    To actually see , I thought, and to know . Just because remote viewing was a 3.5 didn’t mean a 5.0 wasn’t out there, somewhere.
    I sat up. “I should go,” I said. “I haven’t even done my English homework yet.”
    â€œGood night, Montgomery Sole.”
    â€œGood night, Thomas.”
    I turned on some Echo & the Bunnymen because the guy has this great voice and they have this song “The Killing Moon” that I really like. I grabbed my school copy of The Outsiders and flopped back onto my bed.
    That night, somewhere, someone, hypothetically, in Manchester, or Pocatello, or even next door, was boxing up my Eye of Know, sealing it in brown paper and tape.
    Right before I fell asleep, I pulled out my phone and opened my app.
    â€… The Eye of Know

 
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    â€œMontgomery and Tesla Sole! If you are not in the car in six minutes, you are on foot!”
    Ah, the dulcet tones of the Sole household in the morning, the gentle song of the morning Momma Jo.
    It was 8:34 a.m., and my house—as it is at 8:34 every day —was late for school, and my moms were freaking out. As I pulled myself into my overalls and grabbed a T-shirt from the floor, I could hear my moms running after Tesla, who can never find her socks— ever —or her books, or anything, really.
    â€œ There’s just a green one here! ” Tesla screamed, running down the stairs.
    â€œ Then put on a green one and another one! ” Momma Jo yelled.
    What happens to us between breakfast and 8:34 a.m.? A mystery for the ages.
    â€œNo! Mommmmaaa!”
    Honestly, for someone who can never find them, my sister cares a lot about socks. I can’t imagine caring that much about something as ridiculous as clothes . Not even clothes— socks . Why would anyone care about a piece of clothing that’s designed to be on the stinkiest part of your body?
    I peered out my bedroom door to see if it was safe to make a break for the stairs.
    â€œTesla, I found a green one. Come here,” Mama Kate called, rushing upstairs, dangling a kneesock like a garter snake from her fingers.
    â€œI don’t want green socks! I need my pink soccer socks!”
    â€œ Montgomery and Tesla Sole ,” Momma Jo hollered as she stomped out of the kitchen and toward the front door. “Two minutes!”
    Every once in a while, driving to school—or being driven to school, until I am seventeen—I look at the vast blue sky and the rolling green hills, and I think that there must be some kid