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I told Uncle Kevin where I was going tomorrow. He smiled slightly, but didn’t say anything except to remind me to finish up the vinyl siding. I got the same kind of feeling that I did when Mrs. Cutler and Madame S were talking about a lot changing in one summer, like he knew something that I didn’t. Before I could ask him what he was thinking, he had left the room and started working on various papers scattered around the kitchen. I knew better than to disturb him, so I went upstairs and crashed.

During breakfast, I remembered that Kirandra hadn’t said what time she was coming by. She knew that I had to work, right? I knew she worked days. “Crud,” I said to no-one in particular. I didn’t even know her last name! How was this going to work? I guess she could call, because we did have an answering machine. I looked over at it despondently, not liking feeling helpless, and got to work on pressure washing the vinyl siding.

I had finished one side and started the other when I decided to go in for lunch. Just then I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the spy-hole and sure enough, it was Kirandra, with two fishing poles and a picnic basket. She brought lunch? I looked even worse than last time and probably smelled twice as bad. I wiped my face off and cracked the door open.

“Hi,” I said, peering through the crack.

“Hi.” A look of confusion played across her face.

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