A Piece of Evidence
December 14, 2007
To: Headmaster Richmond and the Board of Directors
Alabaster Preparatory Academy
I, Frankie Landau-Banks, hereby confess that I was the sole mastermind behind the mal-doings of the Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds. I take full responsibility for the disruptions caused by the Order -- including the library lady, the doggies in the window, night of a thousand dogs, the canned beet rebellion and the abduction of the guppy.
That is, I wrote the directives telling everyone what to do.
I, and I alone.
No matter what Porter Welsch told you in his statement.
Of course, the dogs of the Order are human beings with free will. They contributed their labor under no explicit compunction. I did not threaten them or coerce them in any way, and if they chose to follow my instructions, it was not because they feared retribution.
You have requested that I provide you with their names. I respectfully decline to do so. It's not for me to pugn or impugn their characters.
I would like to point out that many of the Order's escapades were intended as social criticism. And that many of the Order's members were probably diverted from more self-destructive behaviors by the activities prescribed them by me. So maybe my actions contributed to a larger good, despite the inconveniences you no doubt suffered.
I do understand the administration's disgruntlement over the incidents. I see that my behavior disrupted the smooth running of your patriarchal establishment. And yet I would like to respectfully suggest that you view each of the Loyal Order's projects with the gruntlement that should attend the creative civil disobedience of students who are politically aware and artistically expressive.
I am not asking that you indulge my behavior; merely that you do not dulge it without considering its context.
Frances Rose Landau-Banks, class of 2010
Though not, in hindsight, so startling as the misdeeds she would perpetrate
when she returned to boarding school as a sophomore, what happened to Frankie
Landau-Banks the summer after her freshman year was a shock. Certainly enough to
disturb Frankie's conservative mother, Ruth, and to rile several boys in
Frankie's New Jersey neighborhood to thoughts (and even actions) they'd never
Frankie herself was unsettled as well.
Between May and September, she gained four inches and twenty pounds, all in the right places. Went from being a scrawny, awkward child with hands too big for her arms, a frizz of unruly brown fluff on her head and a jaw so sharp it made Grandma Evelyn cluck about how "when it came to plastic surgery, it never hurt to do these things before college" to being a curvaceous young woman with an off-beat look that boys found distinctly appealing. She grew into her angular face, filled out her figure, and transformed from a homely child into a loaded potato all while sitting quietly in a suburban hammock, reading the short stories of Dorothy Parker and drinking lemonade.
The only thing Frankie herself had done to facilitate the change was to invest in some leave-in conditioner to tame the frizz. She wasn't the kind of girl to attempt a makeover. She had been getting along okay at Alabaster Prep without one, despite the fact that their boarding school was (as her older sister Zada pointed out) an institution where the WASPs outnumbered the other protestants 10 to 1, the Catholics were pretty much in the closet and the members of the tribe had largely changed their names from things like Bernstein to things like Burns.
Frankie got by at Alabaster on the strength of being Zada's little sister. Zada was a senior when Frankie started, and though she'd never been outlandishly popular, Zada had a solid crew of friends and a reputation for speaking her mind. She let Frankie tag along with her group of juniors and seniors for the first part of the school year, and made it clear to everyone that Frankie was not to be messed with. Zada let her little sister sit with her at lunch on an as-needed basis, and introduced her to people from the crew team, the lacrosse team, student government and the debate team. This last group Frankie joined -- and proved to be a surprisingly sharp competitor.
Copyright E. Lockhart 2008. All rights reserved. No part of this book maybe reproduced without written permission from the publisher.
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