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Authors: Lisa Graff

Absolutely Almost

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Also by Lisa Graff:

A Tangle of Knots

Double Dog Dare

Sophie Simon Solves Them All

Umbrella Summer

The Life and Crimes of Bernetta Wallflower

The Thing About Georgie

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Graff, Lisa.

Absolutely almost / Lisa Graff. pages cm

Summary: Ten-year-old Albie has never been the smartest, tallest, best at gym, greatest artist, or most musical in his class, as his parents keep reminding him, but new nanny Calista helps him uncover his strengths and take pride in himself.

[1. Self-esteem—Fiction. 2. Ability—Fiction. 3. Babysitters—Fiction. 4. Family life—New York (State)—New York—Fiction. 5. Schools—Fiction. 6. Racially mixed people—Fiction. 7. New York (N.Y.)—Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.G751577Abs 2014 [Fic]—dc23 2013023620

ISBN 978-0-698-15853-5

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Contents

Also by Lisa Graff

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

rocks.

being friendly.

letters from school.

calista.

lights. camera.

a perfect summer day.

noticing.

lunch.

stutter.

einstein.

almost, albie.

a real a-10 thunderbolt.

math club.

an empty tin can.

jokes.

ten words.

some bug.

erlan's birthday.

reading log.

east 59th street tv.

tuesday.

caring & thoughtful & good.

johnny treeface.

being where you've been.

stacking cups.

(not) johnny treeface.

only a test.

patience.

friday.

the zombie in the bathtub.

a fresh piece of paper.

the thing about the cups.

change of plans.

gus.

parent-teacher conferences.

studying.

what's wrong with my brain.

things i don't know.

donut days.

afterward.

monday.

six words.

crying.

superheroes.

just like me.

thursday.

friends.

isn't.

being cool.

still.

tetherball.

helpful hints.

second best.

a note in my desk.

meet the kasteevs.

donut cereal.

nobody.

not funny.

words.

no more helping.

the worst thing ever.

one vote.

thoughts.

vulcan salute.

birthday cupcakes.

something you'll really love.

flying.

changing channels.

sad.

the surprise in the fridge.

rain in new york.

putting it together.

smart.

one word.

getting where you're going.

what i could have said.

one last hint.

a note from home.

hannah schaffhauser.

worrying.

the worst worst thing.

voice mail.

mad.

new kid.

what got into me.

lucky.

being famous.

a green pencil.

studying with betsy.

a famous schaffhauser grilled cheese.

new lunch.

wednesday.

gummy bears.

smoothing out the edges.

superpowers.

almost.

things i know.

Special excerpt from
A Tangle of Knots

To Jill.
(Absolutely.)

rocks.

N
ot everybody can be the rock at the top of the rock pile.” That's what my Grandpa Park said to my mom once when they thought I was asleep, or just not listening, I don't know. But my ears work fine. “There have to be some rocks at the bottom, to support those at the top.”

I sat in my bedroom, knocking the army men one by one off my windowsill. Dad said I was getting too old to play with them, so I didn't play, just knocked them over.
Plunk, plunk, plunk,
on the bedspread. But I did it quiet so no one would hear.
plunk . . . plunk.
For some reason, I felt heavy inside, listening to them talk out in the living room. Or maybe heavy on the outside, like something was pressing down on top of me, when really it was nothing but air.
plunk. plunk.

If I listened real close, I could hear Grandpa Park's ice clicking in his glass when he lifted it to drink.

plunk.

It was quiet in the living room, no talking, only ice, for a long time. When I got to the last army man, I didn't set them up again right away. I stared at them on the bed, knocked over sideways or on their bellies. On some you could see the black marker where I'd marked their feet when I first learned to write my name.
A
for Albie.

It was quiet so long that I thought my mom must've gone to bed, and it was just Grandpa Park out there with his glass, drinking down till the ice melted like he usually did when he came to visit. But then Mom said something, so I knew she hadn't gone to bed after all. She said it real quiet, but I heard.

“Albie's not a rock,” she said.

being friendly.

T
uesday evening was Chinese from the place on 61st Street, just like every Tuesday. When Bernard rang up from downstairs to let us know the delivery man was in the elevator, Mom gave me two twenties from her purse.

“Wait until he rings the buzzer, Albie,” Mom told me. “And don't tip more than five.”

“Okay,” I told her, just as the bell rang.

It was my favorite delivery man, Wei. He always smiled big when he saw me.

“Albie!” he shouted, like he was surprised to see me there, even though I answered the door every time. He lifted one of the food bags, like he was waving.

“Hi, Wei,” I said, smiling back. “How much?”

“Twenty-seven sixty.” He showed me the receipt stapled to one of the bags, because sometimes with numbers it was hard to understand what Wei was saying.

I took the bags and handed them to my mom, who put them on the table. They smelled greasy and meaty and delicious, like Tuesday evening. “Thanks,” I told Wei, handing over the two twenties. “Can I get . . .” In my head I rounded up the change, like Mom and Dad do when they give tips in the cab. “Four dollars back?”

“Sure thing.” Wei took a wad of bills out of his pocket and placed the twenties on the outside, then flicked past the tens and fives till he got to the ones, in the middle. He peeled off four for me.

“Here you go, Albie.” Wei handed over the bills. “
Shee-shee.
” At least that's what it
sounded
like he said.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Thank you,” he explained. “How do you say ‘thank you' in Korean?”

I looked at Mom. Sometimes people think I know Korean, because I'm half, but I only know “hello” and a couple foods. Mom spoke it with her grandparents, but I don't think she likes to anymore.

Mom was busy setting the food out on plates, so she couldn't tell me how to say “thank you” to Wei in Korean.

“I'll tell you next time,” I said.

He winked. “Bye, then!” he said.


Shee-shee!
” I answered, and I closed the door.

Dad snapped shut his laptop and got up from the couch as I handed Mom the change.

“Oh, Albie,” Mom said, looking at the four dollars. “I said don't tip more than five.”

I didn't,
I started to say.
I just rounded up the change.
But before I could tell her that, Dad put a hand on my shoulder. “He was just being friendly. Weren't you, Albie?” He looked at Mom, still staring at the four ones. “It's just a few dollars.”

That's when I started to get the feeling in my brain I sometimes got, when something that was clear before all of a sudden turned fuzzy. I sat down and Mom scooped some rice onto my plate, with kung pao and an egg roll.

Twenty-seven sixty. I put the number in my brain and tried to keep it there while I chewed my egg roll. Twenty-seven sixty. I'd started with forty dollars, and I gave Mom four. Over and over I tried to subtract the numbers, but I didn't want to do it on paper because I didn't want Mom and Dad to know I was subtracting, so it was hard. Every time I did it, I got a different number.

Fuzzy.

Fuzzier.

I gulped down the last of my egg roll.

“Everything okay, Albie?” Dad said, looking at me carefully.

“Yep,” I told him. I picked up my fork and mixed the kung pao up with my rice, and decided that maybe I was being friendly after all.

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