your partners in crime getting back from camp?â the man asks.
âOne more week.â
âHere.â The man slips Grace two quarters. âItâs a scorcher today. Buy yourself and your friend an ice cream.â
Grace says that the Top Notch has the best ice cream. I hold my breath when we go inside, praying that Mom wonât be there. Sheâs not. We order double cones, but Daphne gives us each an extra scoop. I know right away that I want chocolate, but Grace takes ages to choose. This is a perfect time to test our mental telepathy. While Grace is flitting back and forth, peering in the tubs, I concentrate as hard as I can.
Strawberry. Make her choose strawberry.
Choose strawberry.
Choose strawberry.
Choose strawberry.
âButterscotch,â Grace says.
Cripes.
While Daphne is scooping out Graceâs cone, I keep my eyes peeled on the doorway into the kitchen. I still havenât seen Fred with the one ear.
We take our cones outside and sit on a bench beside the lake and look at all the boats while we eat. Three boys walk by and one of them, a boy with black hair and a dark tan, makes a rude oinking noise like a pig.
âYou just wish you had one,â Grace retorts. âMmmm, this is soooo delicious.â
âOink! Oink!â
âThatâs David,â Grace says when theyâre gone. âMe and Janey and Louise hate him.â
David is one of the boys I saw working on the raft at the beach. I tell Grace and she looks very interested. âA raft! I didnât think David was smart enough to think of something cool like that.â
Grace attacks her cone in big gulps and I lick slowly. Iâm still polishing off the last bits of mine when we walk back to her house.
By the time we get there, Grace is limping a little. Sheâs also complaining about how hot she is. âIâll make us some Kool-Aid,â she says. âThen Iâd better clean up my room.â
She slams to a stop at the end of the walk in front of her house. âUh-oh.â
A figure is standing on the porch. My first impression is gray . Gray stockings, gray dress, gray hair pulled back in a tight bun.
âAunty Eve, youâre back early,â Grace says. âThis is my new friend Hope. Sheâs staying at the hotel. Weâve just been to the post office so you wouldnât have to go in this heat.â
I wish I wasnât holding the end of this ice-cream cone. I wish there wasnât a blob of butterscotch ice cream on Graceâs chin.
Aunty Eve gives me a cool look. Up close, sheâs very tall. And thin. She reminds me of a heron I saw once on the beach in Vancouver. Even her eyes are gray, like the ocean on a cloudy day. They are not smiley eyes. âRun along, Hope,â she says in an icy voice.
She turns to Grace. âAnd you, young lady. Inside. Now.â
Chapter Twenty-Six
I make it all the way to dessert before I blow up. Itâs Daphneâs famous chocolate pie and itâs wrecked for me because Iâm so mad. Ever since we sat down, Momâs been firing questions at me. Iâve only known Grace one day and Iâm supposed to be an expert on her. How should I know what her favorite color is? Or if she likes dogs? Or what kind of grades she gets at school?
We all ordered fish and chips. I noticed Mr. Pinn ate every scrap, mopping up his ketchup with his last few fries, but Mom hardly had a bite. She was too busy interrogating me like the FBI.
Now weâre at dessert and my mouthful of creamy chocolate pie sticks in my throat. I swallow and then explode. âIâM NOT A SPY!â
âDonât be silly,â Mom says.
âThatâs what it feels like.â I lower my voice because a girl at another table is staring at me.
I hate this. Iâm not exactly lying to Grace, but Iâm hiding stuff and that makes me feel horrible. And the longer it goes, the worse itâs going to
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