Underdog
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Marilyn Sachs
Marilyn Sachs is the author of more than forty books, including A Pocket Full of Seeds, Lost In America, and First Impressions, and was a National Book Award finalist for The Bears' House. She lives in San Francisco.
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Underdog - Marilyn Sachs
UNDERDOG
Marilyn Sachs
Chapter 1
Your father,
Sandy said, helping herself to a piece of pepperoni pizza, was the finest man in the world.
She had tears in her eyes as she laid the piece on her plate and began folding it inward. Nobody cared the way he did. He was always on the side of the underdog.
She looked at me across the table before she raised the piece to her mouth. You can be proud of him, Izzy. There are very few girls who ever had a father like yours.
I watched her as she chewed on the pizza, and I nodded and tried not to look anxious. I had been staying with Sandy ever since my father died over a week ago, but she still had not said what I was waiting to hear.
Sandy was the first one I called when I woke up that morning and didn’t find him home. It was Saturday and the house was very quiet. My father never slept late, even on the weekends. I always heard him before I got out of bed and I usually jumped up and got dressed quickly. I never wanted him to think I was lazy. I hadn’t seen him the night before but that didn’t make me suspicious. He often stayed out late and I went to sleep when I was tired. Now that I was eleven, I didn’t need Mrs. Evans to babysit unless my father didn’t expect to be home all night.
It’s not a good feeling waking up alone in the morning even for somebody like me. I called Sandy. She said, Oh, Izzy darling, oh, Izzy!
Dad’s not home,
I told her. Maybe he went out already but I don’t think he’s been home all night.
Oh, Izzy!
Sandy said. I can’t believe it. You mean nobody’s told you?
She came right over and took me back with her. My father had died in a car crash. He was on his way to court and Sandy said it still wasn’t clear who had been speeding or who had lost control but he had been in a coma all night at the hospital and she had been with him, waiting, hoping, until the very end. She had just come through the door of her apartment, as a matter of fact, when she heard the phone ringing. Oh, Izzy,
she said, he never regained consciousness. Once I thought his eyes fluttered. He made a little face as if he was in pain but the doctor said he didn’t feel a thing.
She cried a lot that week even though she and my father had been divorced over three years ago and he had been married to and divorced from Karen in the meantime. I didn’t much like Karen but I loved Sandy and she loved me. I could talk to her on the telephone whenever I liked and stay over at her house when my father was away on business. She always said she felt as if she were my real mother and I believed her. Now, as we sat in the restaurant eating our pepperoni pizza, I waited for her to say it again.
Have some more pizza, Izzy,
she said. You’re not eating anything.
How beautiful Sandy was with her long black hair and large gray eyes! She put out her hand and pressed mine. Her fingernails were broken and caked with the dyes she used on her candles. That morning, she had made five dozen red, orange, and green tulip candles that she hoped to sell before Easter. As long as I could remember, Sandy smelled of candles, and when I leaned against her or she kissed me the fragrance of wax was always in her hair.
Poor Izzy,
Sandy said, her eyes filling with tears. What will you do now?
For the first time since my father died, I felt frightened. All along I had believed that Sandy wanted me. If she really loved me as she always said she did, if she really felt toward me as a mother, wouldn’t she ask me to come and live with her now? I wouldn’t bother her, she knew that. I was used to taking care of myself. I could help her make her candles, and I could take the laundries to the laundromat and wait there if Sandy needed some time to herself. I wouldn’t bother her. I was good at not bothering people. Even my father always said so. And I could go with Sandy on weekends to the street fairs and sit there and sell her candles if she wanted to take a walk or go have a cup of coffee somewhere. I could be useful to Sandy.
I’m going back to school,
Sandy said.
School?
I repeated.
Uh-huh,
Sandy said. Candles are dead. I can’t live on candles anymore. Nobody buys candles.
I thought of Sandy’s wonderful, bright, messy apartment with candles everywhere—spiraled candles, square candles, big ones, little ones. Candles shaped like hearts and pineapples and candles speckled with gold or striped red, white, and blue. It wouldn’t be Sandy without her candles.
Computers,
Sandy said. That’s where all the action is now. I’m going into computers. I want to change my lifestyle.
No!
I cried. Don’t change your life-style. Please, Sandy! I love your candles. I love you. I want to come and live with you. I can help you with the candles. I can do the laundries. I can shop ...
Sandy burst into tears. Oh, Izzy,
she cried, oh, Izzy, darling Izzy!
She put her head down on the table and began crying so hard, her shoulders shook all over the place. So I got up, came around to her side of the booth and tried to comfort her. She put her arms around me—her hair smelled of wax—and began kissing me and kissing me. Her tears ran down my cheeks as well as her own. She said she would always love me and whatever happened I could always count on her to be there when I needed her, but that it was absolutely impossible for me to come and live with her.
I went to see Karen the next day. Jeremy, my little half-brother, was getting a new tooth and Karen complained about it the same way she had complained about every single tooth of Jeremy’s as it arrived. She also complained about her back, the price of grapefruits, and the weather. Then she went to work on Sandy.
Why they called her from the office before they called me, I’d like to know,
she said.
Nobody called me,
I murmured.
Okay, it was impossible for me to get over to the hospital. Jeremy was feverish and I couldn’t get a sitter but if Mark wanted to see anybody before he died it would have been me. Even if we were divorced, we were still good friends and, you know, Izzy, he was a devoted father and always came to see Jeremy whenever he had any free time.
Well, he never regained consciousness,
I told her.
Oh sure,
Karen said, you always stick up for Sandy.
She was glaring at me and I got that kind of silly, helpless smile on my face when somebody is acting stupid and you know it and she knows it and you feel sorry for her and sorry for yourself but there’s no way to make things better.
Luckily, Jeremy started yelling and we both hurried into his bedroom where he was standing up in his crib, screaming and shaking the bars. A big, husky kid with fat red cheeks and pale hair just like Karen’s. I never felt much of anything about Jeremy. I didn’t love him and I didn’t hate him. I certainly wasn’t jealous of him. My father never gave him any more attention than he gave me and the poor kid and his mother were out of our house almost as soon as he was born.
Hey, Jersey, Jersey, Jersey!
I cooed at him and he stopped yelling and began grinning and holding out his arms. I picked him up and the smell from inside his diapers nearly knocked me over. But I hobbled him up and down before Karen took him from me and laid him down to change his diapers.
Boo, boo, boo!
I crooned at him and he giggled away and kicked his feet.
You really have a way with him,
Karen said, inspecting