label half of the states. She had gotten bogged down in all those square ones. Kansas, Nebraskaâwho could keep them straight? And what about those states that began with I ? The state discoverers should have come up with better names. Heaven tapped a drawing on one corner of the map. âLily Pearl?â âYeah.â Iva had tried to erase her sisterâs drawing of a witch wearing a diamond tiara and spraying an arc of rays. The caption read, Fancy Witch. Get You a Ghost in Lily Pearlâs scratchy kindergarten scrawl. Lily Pearlâs masterpieces were always in ink. âHoward doesnât dare touch my stuff,â Heaven said, snorting through her left nostril. Once Iva had heard Aunt Sissy Two tell Ivaâs mother that Heaven must have adenoids the size of tennis balls. Iva figured an adenoid must be that little punching-bag thing sheâd noticed in the back of her throat. Heaven must have two of them. She would . âIâll make a new map,â Iva said. âBetter than this one. My honor is at stake.â Heaven kicked off her ladiesâ-sized pink flip-flops. âYou still got the worst mark of anybody in the whole third grade.â âI donât care,â Iva said, though she really did. âIâm a discoverer. Discoverers find places nobody has ever seen before.â Heaven pointed her big toe at the map. âChicago isnât a state.â âIt should be. Who ever heard of Illinois?â Yet this was the very thing that worried Iva. How would she ever be a famous discoverer like George Washington or Admiral Byrd or her great-grandfather Ludwell Honeycutt if she didnât even know Chicago was a city? She was almost nine. Sheâd better get busy discovering. With a black crayon, she scribbled her initials on one of the porch posts. âI bet Ludwell Honeycutt knew all the states and their capitals by first grade.â Heaven snorted through her right nostril. âMama says our great-grandfather was a crackpot, who never paid his light bill. And he would drive a hundred miles an hour out of his driveway and then poke along on the wrong side of the road.â âHe was not a crackpot!â Iva said. âWhy are you here, anyway? Did you come over just to bug me?â âYou want to go with me to Cazy Sparkleâs yard sale tomorrow? Iâm looking to get me some embroidered pillow slips for my Hope Drawer. Special ones that say âGood Morningâ on one side and âGood Nightâ on the other. That way I wonât get bored making the bed.â Iva was bored just listening to Heaven. âCazy Sparkle is a crook.â âShe is not!â âThen how come she has yard sales at weird times, like Tuesday morning and Thanksgiving?â âBecause sheâs looking for things to sell all those other days, thatâs why.â âYou know where she gets that stuff?â Iva said. âShe sneaks into old peopleâs houses in the middle of the night and steals their pot holders and tea towels. Then they come to her yard sales and buy their own tea towels back.â Heaven jumped up. âYou never want to do anything I want to do!â âYou never want to do anything good, like discovering.â âYouâll never be a discoverer,â Heaven said, snorting through both nostrils. âYou canât even pass geography.â âA fat lot you know!â From inside Ivaâs house Mrs. Honeycutt said mildly, âGirls. Be nice, now.â Heaven aimed her tattling voice at the screen door. âAunt Sissy, Iva wonât come yard sale-ing with me tomorrow.â âI wouldnât go with her to the corner!â Iva called back. âAnd she wrote all over the porch,â Heaven threw in for good measure. Iva stood up, grabbing her map and crayons. Once Heaven started telling on her, she wouldnât quit till Christmas. Iva stamped inside the