much." Bill leaned forward. "We'll break the glass in the back door, reach inside, and unlock it. That way you can put Skylar to bed." 'And we can go to the bathroom," said Melody, wriggling in the chair.
Mary Anne pretended to consider the plan. She chewed on her lip for awhile, then nodded. "I guess that's what we'll have to do. Why don't the two of you take Skylar's stroller to the garage and put it away, then try to find something we can use to break the glass in the window." "I saw this on TV once," said Bill. "The guy took his shoe and wrapped it in a towel." "What about a hammer?" suggested Melody. "We don't have to be quiet or anything." "The main thing is that we don't want anyone to end up hurt by the broken glass," Mary Anne put in.
"Right. I'll do it with a hammer," Bill said to Melody.
They rose together and Melody grabbed the handle of the stroller. As she whirled it around, the key fell off the seat and clattered onto the cement patio.
"Oh, man!" Bill smacked himself across the forehead with his hand. "We should have looked in the stroller." "Skylar loves keys," said Melody, leaning down to pick it up.
'At least we found it before we broke the window," Bill said to his sister. She nodded.
Mary Anne told me later that she wanted to say something about how well they'd worked together, but she hesitated to break the spell that had settled over them. They were even laughing about how hard it was to see things right in front of them.
Melody unlocked the door and held it open for Mary Anne, Bill, and Skylar.
After Skylar was settled in her crib, still asleep, Mary Anne hurried downstairs to find Bill and Melody in the kitchen spreading peanut butter on crackers and pouring juice for the three of them.
They were finishing their snack when Mr. and Mrs. Korman arrived.
"It's very quiet in here," Mrs. Korman said, her eyes fixed on Bill and Melody sitting side by side at the kitchen counter.
"Skylar is napping," Mary Anne said, "and we're finishing up our snack. We've been on a walk - together." "Together?" Mr. Korman asked.
Bill looked at his empty plate, then at his sister. "You had some good ideas when we were locked out of the house," he mumbled. "I guess you're not so dumb after all." He paused, then continued, "I'm sorry I've been so mean, Melody. I'll try to be nicer." He looked sideways at his parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Korman beamed.
"Thank you, Bill. I accept your apology," Melody said in a very grown-up voice.
"Let's go play rescue nine-one-one upstairs in my room. You can be the dispatcher and I'll be the firefighter trying to help the mom escape from the locked house," Bill said to Melody. "Is that okay?" he asked his parents.
"Fine. Or you could play outside for a little longer if you want. I thought I saw David Michael and Karen in their yard when we drove by. Maybe they'd like to join you," said Mr. Korman.
"You mean I'm not grounded anymore?" A big smile appeared on Bill's face.
"As long as you are considerate of your sister ..." "Come on, Melody, let's tell David Michael how we rescued Mary Anne." The Kormans turned to Mary Anne and she began to explain.
Chapter 14.
"Claudia, wake up! We still have cleaning to do before Mom and Dad come home." Janine was leaning over my bed, shaking my shoulder.
"What time is it?" I mumbled, pulling the blankets over my head.
"Time to rise and shine. Right now. I'm not going to pick up your mess all by myself," Janine said.
I threw back the covers. "But I'm sure you have some good ideas about how I should do it." I climbed out of bed, stretched, and looked around for something to put on.
"This is what you need to do: Clean up the dining room, making sure that you remove every cookie crumb, then vacuum the front
Mary Anne pretended to consider the plan. She chewed on her lip for awhile, then nodded. "I guess that's what we'll have to do. Why don't the two of you take Skylar's stroller to the garage and put it away, then try to find something we can use to break the glass in the window." "I saw this on TV once," said Bill. "The guy took his shoe and wrapped it in a towel." "What about a hammer?" suggested Melody. "We don't have to be quiet or anything." "The main thing is that we don't want anyone to end up hurt by the broken glass," Mary Anne put in.
"Right. I'll do it with a hammer," Bill said to Melody.
They rose together and Melody grabbed the handle of the stroller. As she whirled it around, the key fell off the seat and clattered onto the cement patio.
"Oh, man!" Bill smacked himself across the forehead with his hand. "We should have looked in the stroller." "Skylar loves keys," said Melody, leaning down to pick it up.
'At least we found it before we broke the window," Bill said to his sister. She nodded.
Mary Anne told me later that she wanted to say something about how well they'd worked together, but she hesitated to break the spell that had settled over them. They were even laughing about how hard it was to see things right in front of them.
Melody unlocked the door and held it open for Mary Anne, Bill, and Skylar.
After Skylar was settled in her crib, still asleep, Mary Anne hurried downstairs to find Bill and Melody in the kitchen spreading peanut butter on crackers and pouring juice for the three of them.
They were finishing their snack when Mr. and Mrs. Korman arrived.
"It's very quiet in here," Mrs. Korman said, her eyes fixed on Bill and Melody sitting side by side at the kitchen counter.
"Skylar is napping," Mary Anne said, "and we're finishing up our snack. We've been on a walk - together." "Together?" Mr. Korman asked.
Bill looked at his empty plate, then at his sister. "You had some good ideas when we were locked out of the house," he mumbled. "I guess you're not so dumb after all." He paused, then continued, "I'm sorry I've been so mean, Melody. I'll try to be nicer." He looked sideways at his parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Korman beamed.
"Thank you, Bill. I accept your apology," Melody said in a very grown-up voice.
"Let's go play rescue nine-one-one upstairs in my room. You can be the dispatcher and I'll be the firefighter trying to help the mom escape from the locked house," Bill said to Melody. "Is that okay?" he asked his parents.
"Fine. Or you could play outside for a little longer if you want. I thought I saw David Michael and Karen in their yard when we drove by. Maybe they'd like to join you," said Mr. Korman.
"You mean I'm not grounded anymore?" A big smile appeared on Bill's face.
"As long as you are considerate of your sister ..." "Come on, Melody, let's tell David Michael how we rescued Mary Anne." The Kormans turned to Mary Anne and she began to explain.
Chapter 14.
"Claudia, wake up! We still have cleaning to do before Mom and Dad come home." Janine was leaning over my bed, shaking my shoulder.
"What time is it?" I mumbled, pulling the blankets over my head.
"Time to rise and shine. Right now. I'm not going to pick up your mess all by myself," Janine said.
I threw back the covers. "But I'm sure you have some good ideas about how I should do it." I climbed out of bed, stretched, and looked around for something to put on.
"This is what you need to do: Clean up the dining room, making sure that you remove every cookie crumb, then vacuum the front
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