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19 . The Candy in His Hand 
At dinner that day he says at the table, says it 
casually to show it’s an everyday thing, “I’ll be 
going over to my best friend’s house one of these 
days.” Hoping his parents will take the bait and 
ask him who his best friend is. 
They do. His mother’s eyebrows go up. 
“Oh?” she says, “And who would that be?” 
“Hector Binns,” he replies, tossing it out 
casually, being cool, liking the sound of it. 
“Isn’t he in your class?” 
“Yeah. He sits in the front row. He loves 
licorice.” 
“Loves it, huh?” says his father. 
“Yeah.” 
“I hate licorice,” says Polly. “Licorice smells.” 
“He’s making a candle,” he tells them. 
“That’s nice,” says his mother. 
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“Out of earwax.” 
Everyone stops eating and stares at him. 
“Earwax?” says his mother. 
“Eewwwww!” goes Polly. 
“Is that possible?” says his father. 
Zinkoff feels a surge of associated pride. He 
looks his dad in the eye. “He’s doing it.” 
Several days later he visits Hector Binns’s house. 
He walks right in and plops himself down in a chair, 
because that’s how you do it with a best friend: You 
walk right in and plop yourself down. When 
Binns’s mother spots him her face goes all funny 
and she says, “Who are you?” But then Binns him-
self comes in and takes him off to his room. 
They spend some time looking at Binns’s 
stuff. He meets Nobody the lizard. Then Binns 
tells him to wait in the hallway and closes the bed-
room door. When he opens it, he holds in his 
hand a brown pill bottle already filled with ear-
wax. “This is the first one,” he says. “I keep it 
hid.” 
Zinkoff can’t believe he’s being allowed to see 
it. He feels truly honored. 
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Riding home that day on his bicycle, Zinkoff 
notices the marks dotting the sidewalks. Black 
licorice spit marks. He smiles. 
Zinkoff is determined to be the best best friend 
he can be. 
One day Barry Peterson calls Binns “Heckie.” 
Zinkoff knows Binns hates being called that, so 
he says to Peterson, “Hey, that’s not his name, 
it’s Hector.” Because that’s what you do, you 
stand up for your best friend. 
And you eat lunch with him and talk with him 
and share secrets and laugh a lot and go places 
and do stuff, and when you wake up in the morn-
ing, he’s the first person you think of. 
Zinkoff does all of this, and more. He starts 
eating black licorice. He pretends it’s chewing 
tobacco. He walks around with a chaw bulging 
from his cheek. He tries spitting pretend tobacco 
juice, but his mother puts a quick stop to that. 
Binns is probably the most interesting person 
Zinkoff knows, with the possible exception of the 
Waiting Man, and Zinkoff soon decides he needs 
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to be interesting too. It’s around that time that 
he discovers in one of his pockets a clump of 
petrified bubblegum. It’s a gift from Claudia, the 
little leash-and-harness girl. It looks like a pink 
stone. He appoints it his lucky piece, which he 
will carry with him always and rub when he needs 
some luck. He feels more interesting already. 
About a week into the best friendship, Zinkoff 
asks his mother if he can invite Binns to sleep 
over. She says sure. Excited, Zinkoff runs to the 
phone and calls Binns. Binns says, “I guess.” 
Binns never says “yes.” He always says “I guess.” 
But the sleepover has problems. Binns turns 
out to be a kicker and a roller. Actually, he’s a 
regular bulldozer in bed. Zinkoff wakes up to 
find himself thumping to the floor. He climbs 
back into bed, and as soon as he gets to sleep it 
happens again. After the third time he takes the 
extra blanket from the closet and makes himself 
a bed on the floor. 
Except for his bed, after that night, he shares 
everything he can with his best friend: the lunch 
in his paper bag (he has outgrown the lunch pail 
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too), the allowance in his pocket, the candy in his 
hand, the joke in his giggle. He shares the nine 
hundred block of Willow with him. He intro-
duces him to little Claudia on the leash. They 
walk their bikes past the Waiting Man. The lady 
with the walker isn’t on the front step that day, so 
for days afterward Zinkoff keeps asking Binns if 
he wants to go back, because he wants Binns to 
hear her say, “Oh, mailman!” But Binns keeps 
saying, “I guess not.” 
There is one thing more special than any other 
that Zinkoff intends to share with Binns. He saves 
it for weeks and weeks, and when he can no longer 
bear to wait, he gives it to Binns. He gives it to 
him after school one day in a brown paper lunch 
bag. Binns opens the bag. In it is a little tin that 
says “Altoids.” Zinkoff found the tin on the street. 
Binns opens the Altoids tin and stares. 
“What is it?” he says. 
Zinkoff beams. “Wax.” 
Binns stares, first at the contents of the tin, 
then at Zinkoff. That’s all he does, stare. 
“It’s mine,” says Zinkoff. “From my own ears. 
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I’ve been saving it up. I know it’s not much, but 
I couldn’t wait any longer. I figured you could 
add it to yours and get enough for a candle 
faster.” He doesn’t tell him that he tried to get 
Polly to contribute, but she refused. 
Binns looks into the Beyond. He bends a 
licorice stick and stuffs it into his mouth. He 
slowly closes the lid of the Altoids tin and hands 
it back to Zinkoff. “I guess not,” he says. 
Zinkoff shrugs. “Okay.” He understands. 
When a kid is making an earwax candle, he wants 
everything to come from his own ears. Zinkoff 
figures maybe he’ll save up for a candle of his 
own. He wonders if that would count as a science 
project. 
And then it’s over.