Fabulous Five 031 - The Fabulous Five Together Again by Betsy Haynes Page B
Authors: Betsy Haynes
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"I
can't wait to meet some blokes," she commented, faking a British accent.
The British girls laughed.
"Isn't that what you call boys?" asked Melanie.
"Not too often," replied Eleanore. "We mostly
call them coves or fellas."
"Montague's sounds neat," said Jana. "We go
to a place called Bumpers all the time. It's a fast-food restaurant with old
bumper cars used as booths. All the kids from Wacko, that's what we call
Wakeman Junior High, go there after school. Sometimes we go there at night
after movies, too."
"And then there's Mama Mia's pizzeria," chimed in
Katie. "We go there sometimes."
"And the mall," added Beth. "We usually spend
the whole weekend hanging out there. Don't you miss all those places,
Christie?"
Tears immediately sprang into Christie's eyes. She mumbled
yes and turned quickly to face out the side window so the others wouldn't see.
The truth was, she did miss all those places and the
wonderful times she had had there with The Fabulous Five. Sometimes those
memories were just too painful. She wiped the tears away and then turned around
to face her friends again. The only thing that mattered right now was that The
Fabulous Five were together again, and nothing could make Christie happier.
When they pulled in front of the building the Winchells
lived in on Queen's Pudding Square, Christie's mother came down the front steps
to meet them. Mr. Dudley, the building caretaker, popped up from the stairs
outside the basement.
"I'm so glad you girls could come," said Mrs.
Winchell, hugging each of them.
"Welcome, lasses," called Mr. Dudley, pulling
suitcases off the van. "Christie told me her friends from the States were
coming. It's nice to have you young holiday-makers here."
"Holiday-makers?" echoed Melanie.
"The English call going on vacation going on holiday,"
Christie explained, "and people on holiday are holiday-makers."
"Then what do you call holidays like Christmas?"
asked Jana.
"They're holidays, too," said Eleanore, smiling. "But
we go on holiday when we go away for fun."
"Never mind." Mr. Winchell chuckled. "We can't
stand here all day discussing holidays and vacations. Let's help Mr. Dudley
with your things. Christie can explain it all to you later."
"Put your suitcases in the library," directed Mrs.
Winchell as the girls marched up the stairs to the second floor. "You can
use it as your dressing room. There's not enough drawer space in Christie's
room."
"I'll unpack later," said Katie, putting her bag
down. "I want to see your room, Christie."
"Me, too," said Beth. "From what you said in
your letters, it's fantastic."
"Follow me." Christie led the way. Phoebe, Nicki,
and Eleanore trailed behind.
"Wow. Look at that," cried Melanie when she saw
the giant, four-poster bed with the overstuffed mattress. "It looks so
soft. Can we take turns sleeping on it?"
"Two at a time," said Christie's mother. "We've
also got three sleeping bags. Christie insisted that you sleep in the same
room, no matter how crowded it was."
"Oh, look at the bears," said Jana. "They're
on the bed just like you said, Christie."
Propped against the pillows were the four bears that Jana,
Katie, Beth, and Melanie had given Christie the day she had left for England.
Each of the bears was meant to remind her of the giver. Melanie's bear was
reddish brown, the color of Melanie's hair, and was wearing a dress with hearts
all over it. Beth's had on wild, fluorescent-color clothes and was wearing
sunglasses. Spiral earrings hung from its little round ears. Katie's bear looked
like an English judge with a white wig and a gavel in its paw, and Jana's was
dark brown, the same color as her hair. It had on a hat that said "Reporter."
Christie had placed her own bear, which was dressed in a white tennis outfit,
in the middle of the others.
"Remember the day you left?" asked Beth. "We
cried for hours."
After a few minutes of listening to The Fabulous Five
reminiscing about Christie's departure, Eleanore said, "I ought to
can't wait to meet some blokes," she commented, faking a British accent.
The British girls laughed.
"Isn't that what you call boys?" asked Melanie.
"Not too often," replied Eleanore. "We mostly
call them coves or fellas."
"Montague's sounds neat," said Jana. "We go
to a place called Bumpers all the time. It's a fast-food restaurant with old
bumper cars used as booths. All the kids from Wacko, that's what we call
Wakeman Junior High, go there after school. Sometimes we go there at night
after movies, too."
"And then there's Mama Mia's pizzeria," chimed in
Katie. "We go there sometimes."
"And the mall," added Beth. "We usually spend
the whole weekend hanging out there. Don't you miss all those places,
Christie?"
Tears immediately sprang into Christie's eyes. She mumbled
yes and turned quickly to face out the side window so the others wouldn't see.
The truth was, she did miss all those places and the
wonderful times she had had there with The Fabulous Five. Sometimes those
memories were just too painful. She wiped the tears away and then turned around
to face her friends again. The only thing that mattered right now was that The
Fabulous Five were together again, and nothing could make Christie happier.
When they pulled in front of the building the Winchells
lived in on Queen's Pudding Square, Christie's mother came down the front steps
to meet them. Mr. Dudley, the building caretaker, popped up from the stairs
outside the basement.
"I'm so glad you girls could come," said Mrs.
Winchell, hugging each of them.
"Welcome, lasses," called Mr. Dudley, pulling
suitcases off the van. "Christie told me her friends from the States were
coming. It's nice to have you young holiday-makers here."
"Holiday-makers?" echoed Melanie.
"The English call going on vacation going on holiday,"
Christie explained, "and people on holiday are holiday-makers."
"Then what do you call holidays like Christmas?"
asked Jana.
"They're holidays, too," said Eleanore, smiling. "But
we go on holiday when we go away for fun."
"Never mind." Mr. Winchell chuckled. "We can't
stand here all day discussing holidays and vacations. Let's help Mr. Dudley
with your things. Christie can explain it all to you later."
"Put your suitcases in the library," directed Mrs.
Winchell as the girls marched up the stairs to the second floor. "You can
use it as your dressing room. There's not enough drawer space in Christie's
room."
"I'll unpack later," said Katie, putting her bag
down. "I want to see your room, Christie."
"Me, too," said Beth. "From what you said in
your letters, it's fantastic."
"Follow me." Christie led the way. Phoebe, Nicki,
and Eleanore trailed behind.
"Wow. Look at that," cried Melanie when she saw
the giant, four-poster bed with the overstuffed mattress. "It looks so
soft. Can we take turns sleeping on it?"
"Two at a time," said Christie's mother. "We've
also got three sleeping bags. Christie insisted that you sleep in the same
room, no matter how crowded it was."
"Oh, look at the bears," said Jana. "They're
on the bed just like you said, Christie."
Propped against the pillows were the four bears that Jana,
Katie, Beth, and Melanie had given Christie the day she had left for England.
Each of the bears was meant to remind her of the giver. Melanie's bear was
reddish brown, the color of Melanie's hair, and was wearing a dress with hearts
all over it. Beth's had on wild, fluorescent-color clothes and was wearing
sunglasses. Spiral earrings hung from its little round ears. Katie's bear looked
like an English judge with a white wig and a gavel in its paw, and Jana's was
dark brown, the same color as her hair. It had on a hat that said "Reporter."
Christie had placed her own bear, which was dressed in a white tennis outfit,
in the middle of the others.
"Remember the day you left?" asked Beth. "We
cried for hours."
After a few minutes of listening to The Fabulous Five
reminiscing about Christie's departure, Eleanore said, "I ought to
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