A Year of Mini Mysteries. Kathy Passero
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Название: A Year of Mini Mysteries
Автор: Kathy Passero
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: American Girl
isbn: 9781683370284
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gourmet salad with green and red lettuces, toasted nuts, and one of the last
apples from Whitmore Farm. Mouthwatering aromas of what Mr. Patrick
called his “world-famous, top-secret-recipe chili and corn bread” filled the air.
Frankie and Riley, still in costume, were reenacting their favorite scenes from
the play.
“I’m starving!” said Frankie.
“No dragons at the table,” said
Ms. Patrick. She glanced at the clock.
“You’ve got just enough time to shower
before the corn bread is ready.”
“Can’t we just wash our faces?”
asked Riley.
“You heard your mother,” said Mr.
Patrick. “No dragons at dinner.”
The twins raced upstairs and soon
the sound of running water could be
heard overhead. A few minutes later,
they charged into the kitchen, their
cheeks rosy pink instead of acid green
under their spiky hair.
“Now can we eat?” asked Riley.
“We’re all clean!”
“No you’re not,” said Brooklyn,
while her friends stifled their laughter.
“But we showered and every-
thing!” said Frankie. “Honest!”
“Nice try,” said Ms. Patrick, rais-
ing an eyebrow. “But you’d better go
upstairs and try again, dragons!”
How did Ms. Patrick know the
twins hadn’t taken showers?
What Goes
Bump in the Night
“G-Pa?” shouted Alex, knocking loudly. “Gran? We’re here!”
“I’ll bet they’re upstairs,” said Ms. DeRose, following her daughter into
the mudroom, arms filled with Thanksgiving bags and bundles. “Here, use
my key.” She shifted the load to one arm to pull her key ring out of her coat
pocket.
Alex put the sack of yams she was carrying on the mudroom table and
took the keys from her mom. She unlocked the door and bounded into the
kitchen, followed by Abbie and her mom and dad.
Thanksgiving was Alex’s favorite time to visit her grandparents. She loved
their historic farmhouse and the fact that it had been in the family for three
generations. It even had its own ghost, according to G-Pa.
Alex and Abbie dashed upstairs and found G-Pa and Gran in the attic,
getting the holiday dishes out of storage. The girls hugged them hello, then
helped carry the decorative platters and bowls downstairs. Soon the family
was chatting happily and preparing for the feast. Abbie snapped green beans.
Mom washed cranberries. Dad basted the turkey. G-Pa found the beaters for
the whipping cream. Alex set the table with gold-rimmed plates topped with
auburn napkins folded to look like turkeys. And Gran was everywhere at once,
making sure everyone had what they needed, when they needed it.
“What do you think, Gran?” Alex asked when her grandmother peeked
into the dining room.
“Beautiful! There’s some bittersweet growing in the yard that will make
a perfect finishing touch,” she suggested. “Let’s gather some.”
“That’s a weird-looking bird feeder,” Alex observed,
following Gran outside.
“It’s squirrel-proof,” Gran explained as