in cursive, not print.â
âSo?â
âSo, you printed.â
âSo?â
âSo, itâs not the same.â Sometimes Marlee could be so dense.
âBut what difference does it make? This looks good. Who cares if itâs not exactly the way your mom did it? Theyâre your cookies now.â
My cookies? I turned that thought over in my head. âYou think?â
âYeah. Well, maybe theyâre our cookies. After all, I am the one with the nice handwriting.â
I laughed. I let Marlee finish decorating the rest of the tea cookies. Then we ran to Walgreens to get a basket, some cellophane, and tissue paper, which I paid for with saved-up allowance. My cookies. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the sound of it.
On our way back to the apartment, I collected the mail. There was a package. For me! I looked at the return address and saw it was from Roz.
âWhat do you think it is?â Marlee asked.
The small brown package was medium weight and about the size of a CD case. âI have no idea.â
We rushed upstairs and opened it. Inside was a silver bracelet with the words âLife is a journey, not a destination!â engraved on the top and âEnjoy the moments!â underneath. Iâd seen Roz wear it before.
âCool!â Marlee said.
There was a note:
Dear Cara,
In honor of your momâs birthday, Iâm sending you this bracelet. You may remember I have one just like it. Your mom gave it to me when I first moved out to L.A., and it has inspired me many times over the years. Youâre on your own journey now, a journey you never planned, but still, your own unique path. Enjoy the moments!
Lots of love,
Roz
Marlee read over my shoulder. âWhenâs your momâs birthday?â
âToday.â
âOh, Cara, Iâm sorry.â She put her arm around me and gave a tight squeeze.
âThanks,â I said, glad that Marlee understood.
âItâs kind of cool, though,â Marlee said, âthat we put this basket together on her birthday. Do you think she knows?â
âOh, she knows.â
âYou sound so sure.â
âI am. I canât explain it, but I am.â
Marlee grinned. âWell, good. Then Iâm sure, too.â
I slid the bracelet onto my wrist and ran my fingers over the engraved words. I loved it. I had been meaning to call Roz for some time now. I would do it tonight.
Marlee and I put the basket together, cushioning the cookies in colorful tissue paper. But just as I was about to tie off the cellophane wrapping, Marlee said, âWait! We forgot something.â
âHuh?â
âThe quote. The little saying. Like Roz said at the funeral. Your mom always put one in each basket.â
How could I have forgotten that? Of course. But what would we say? Marlee and I started throwing ideas around.
âWelcome to the world?â
âGirls rule and boys drool?â
âSugar and spice and everything nice?â
âGirls rock?â
Nothing we thought of sounded good to both of us. Finally, I said, âLetâs look in my scrapbook. Maybe weâll see something there.â
We paged through the book, studying the photos as we went. At last we found it. The perfect quote. It was from one of the pages Iâd taken out of Janieâs journal. Marlee wrote it in her best handwriting with little hearts and swirls around the edges. I had to laugh, thinking of how out of context the quote was. Janie had been talking about the start of the soccer season. âReady or not ⦠here I am! A girl like nobody youâve ever seen before!â
The basket was complete. The sky was clear blue. I didnât have to worry about rain, after all.
And my worries about taking the bus? A complete waste of energy. It was as easy as the lady at the bus company had said it would be.
Marlee and I stood in front of 1414 Baer Avenue, a small green house with
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