Melanie, looking down at the floor. She didnât want Lola to see the tears in her eyes.
âI need you, Mel,â said Lola. She gave Melanie a hug. âI just canât afford to pay you.â
âThen donât pay me.â
âIâve got to pay you, Twister Sister. Otherwise Iâm a take-advantage-of-you kind of boss.â Lola had heard her father refer to such bosses when talking about car parts companies that paid workers in China almost zip.
The girls stared at each other, trying to figure out how to resolve the problem. If Lola laid off Melanie, her best friend would never forgive her. If Melanie worked for free, Lola would never forgive herself. What was Lola supposed to do?
âTry one of these chili peppers,â said her mother, walking into the kitchen and offering Lola and Melanie some peppers. âTheyâre the pepperiest peppers Iâve ever popped in a pucker.â
Normally Lola would have passed on the peppers, but not this time. She needed a picker-upper and so did sad Melanie. Chomping down hard, the two girls nearly screamed when the peppers set their throats ablaze.
âGee whiz,â shouted Lola, âthese peppers are burning hot!â
âLola, my mouth is on fire!â hollered Melanie, her face as red as her hair. âI need something to cool off.â
Lola handed her best friend a pitcher of leftover lemonade. âDrink this.â While Melanie swigged, Lola grabbed another pitcher and also drank in hopes of beating the peppery heat. Swooshing the lemonade in her mouth, Lola could hear her taste buds clamoring in high-pitched voices:
âNot bad!â
âLemon Dad.â
âPepper spiceâ¦â
âDoes entice!â
In the middle of the gulping and swooshing, Lola told Melanie, âMy taste buds are rapping.â
âMy insides are clapping,â added Melanie. âI like it.â
âHow much?â
âA lot more than plain old lemonade.â
âMore than peanut butter cookie dough?â
âYup.â
âMore than grape-flavored bubble gum?â
âYup.â
âMore than chocolate-covered pistachio nuts?â
âDouble-yup,â confirmed Melanie. âI love the peppers in the lemonade.â
âThatâs it,â said Lola, her eyes twinkling.
âWhatâs it?â asked Melanie, often two beats behind Lola.
âOur strategy.â
âHuh?â
âOur strategy against that Bucket of Slime. Weâll put a touch, just a teeny weeny bit of chili peppers, in our lemonade.â
âWe will?â
âYes, but we wonât tell anyone. Itâs our secret.â
âLike my freckle count.â
âExactly,â said Lola.
Melanie wondered, âDo you think other people, regular people, with typical taste buds will like chili pepper lemonade?â
âOnly one way to find out,â said Lola, determined.
âAsk Aunt Liza to drink it?â wondered Melanie.
Someone who managed a junkyard, used to be a stuntwoman, and fostered hamsters named after Greek gods wasnât Lolaâs idea of regular people.
âNo, I had someone else in mind.â Lola winked at Bowzer, who was sitting on top of the television cabinet in the living room, licking his imaginary tail and pausing between licks to admire the cactus outside the window. Succulent heavenâfrom a catâs point of view.
âWho?â asked Melanie. âWhoâs going to test it, Lola?â
âNone other than our chief taste tester,â said Lola, adding, âOf course weâll modify the recipe for the kitty palate.â She dropped barely a speck of a pepper seed into the lemonade in Bowzerâs bowl.
âBowzer is our chief taste tester?â asked Melanie, beats behind Lola.
Lola nodded. âHis instincts were right before.â
âYes,â agreed Melanie. âHe thought our last batch was unsippable.â
Lola