Nana’s Banana Bliss. Mr. Biggs’s group was pretty fancy.
“What’s this?’ Selvin asked the man who was receiving the bread.
“Hey, Selvin!” the man exclaimed. He was genuinely surprised to see Selvin. “We heard that Faith was sick and the business closed. No more Banana Bliss.”
“Who could tell you that, Mr P?” Selvin asked.
Mr. P looked around embarrassed. He really didn’t have to answer. It was obvious.
“So, you dealing with Mr. Biggs now?”
“Well, he offered us free samples, and we’re trying it.”
Aunt Faith and Grandma were going to be devastated. I could just imagine their faces.
“Okay,” Selvin retorted. “Can’t fight free samples. But I’m telling you, you’ll be sorry. Your guests are going to notice the difference.”
“Ah, well”—he turned to us—“they’ll learn. No better-tasting thing than Banana Bliss.” He winked at Olivia and me. “Come on, girls. I arranged with my friend for you to take a swim with the dolphins. Let me take you over to the main entrance. I’ll try to get the rest of these breads sold to some other places while you have some fun. I should be back in about an hour or so. All right?”
“Hold up. Did he just say dolphins ?!” I exclaimed.
“Yes!” Olivia said happily.
The BSG would never believe this.
CHAPTER 7
Dancing with the Dolphins
To: Maeve, Isabel, Avery, Charlotte
From: Katani
Subject: Dolphins!!!!
OK, BSG—I am sending this from one of the most beautiful resorts in all of the Caribbean. My cousin Selvin’s friend works here and she said I could use her computer to send an e-mail—nice lady. Yes! Well, get ready for this: I just met up with some dolphins. Yup, the Kgirl became a regular nature girl. It was like I was in that old movie we liked—the one about the dolphins that talked. You remember, Maeve? From the moment I sat in the golf cart that took us down to the beach, it was like there was someone saying, “Roll camera!” I was the star (sorry, Maeve!), with mycousin Olivia as my sidekick. Avery, you would have loved it!
So check this movie out: As Olivia and I ride through fan-tabulous grounds with fancy cottages and people dressed in resort wear, the camera pans to show royal palm trees and gentle waterways with spouts of water shooting into the air. With my equally fan-tabulous Tuscan gold tankini and big, white-rimmed sunglasses, I’m just where I belong. Enjoying the sun, I notice the perfect blue Caribbean sky with a white jet trail disappearing in the distance. No snow and ice here. THIS PLACE IS TO DIE FOR!
P.S. This has to be a BSG meeting place someday—you know, like once a year, when we’re all grown up, we all fly in from wherever we live and meet up for a week of total bliss (like Banana Bliss, get it?) in the Jamaican sun.
Let me continue with my movie: OK, you can’t see my eyes behind my cool designer sunglasses (I got them at Filene’s Basement for five dollars—righteous bargain, huh?), but my eyes are wide open, recording everything to my memory. We pass a man pruning atree, and he waves and smiles. We wave. The driver calls out to him, “All right, Bushy?” “Yes, I!” comes the answer. (Did I tell you people talk way differently here? I’ll explain it when I get home.)
We stop in front of a stand that says “Dolphin Lagoon,” and we are welcomed like royalty by the attendant, who says we are just in time for the next program. Olivia shouts, “Look!” In the lagoon, two humongous dolphins rise from the water, curve in the air, and dive back in, just like in the real movie. If only you were here, Ave! These things looked ginormous. Much bigger in person. Trust me on that.
Continuing on with Katani’s Jamaican Holiday, the movie: “Cut! Cut!” the director shouts. The star def needed a break. I have to decide, am I really going into the water to swim with those huge creatures? They must be at least fifteen feet tall. I look over at Olivia. She’s super excited.
“What’s this?’ Selvin asked the man who was receiving the bread.
“Hey, Selvin!” the man exclaimed. He was genuinely surprised to see Selvin. “We heard that Faith was sick and the business closed. No more Banana Bliss.”
“Who could tell you that, Mr P?” Selvin asked.
Mr. P looked around embarrassed. He really didn’t have to answer. It was obvious.
“So, you dealing with Mr. Biggs now?”
“Well, he offered us free samples, and we’re trying it.”
Aunt Faith and Grandma were going to be devastated. I could just imagine their faces.
“Okay,” Selvin retorted. “Can’t fight free samples. But I’m telling you, you’ll be sorry. Your guests are going to notice the difference.”
“Ah, well”—he turned to us—“they’ll learn. No better-tasting thing than Banana Bliss.” He winked at Olivia and me. “Come on, girls. I arranged with my friend for you to take a swim with the dolphins. Let me take you over to the main entrance. I’ll try to get the rest of these breads sold to some other places while you have some fun. I should be back in about an hour or so. All right?”
“Hold up. Did he just say dolphins ?!” I exclaimed.
“Yes!” Olivia said happily.
The BSG would never believe this.
CHAPTER 7
Dancing with the Dolphins
To: Maeve, Isabel, Avery, Charlotte
From: Katani
Subject: Dolphins!!!!
OK, BSG—I am sending this from one of the most beautiful resorts in all of the Caribbean. My cousin Selvin’s friend works here and she said I could use her computer to send an e-mail—nice lady. Yes! Well, get ready for this: I just met up with some dolphins. Yup, the Kgirl became a regular nature girl. It was like I was in that old movie we liked—the one about the dolphins that talked. You remember, Maeve? From the moment I sat in the golf cart that took us down to the beach, it was like there was someone saying, “Roll camera!” I was the star (sorry, Maeve!), with mycousin Olivia as my sidekick. Avery, you would have loved it!
So check this movie out: As Olivia and I ride through fan-tabulous grounds with fancy cottages and people dressed in resort wear, the camera pans to show royal palm trees and gentle waterways with spouts of water shooting into the air. With my equally fan-tabulous Tuscan gold tankini and big, white-rimmed sunglasses, I’m just where I belong. Enjoying the sun, I notice the perfect blue Caribbean sky with a white jet trail disappearing in the distance. No snow and ice here. THIS PLACE IS TO DIE FOR!
P.S. This has to be a BSG meeting place someday—you know, like once a year, when we’re all grown up, we all fly in from wherever we live and meet up for a week of total bliss (like Banana Bliss, get it?) in the Jamaican sun.
Let me continue with my movie: OK, you can’t see my eyes behind my cool designer sunglasses (I got them at Filene’s Basement for five dollars—righteous bargain, huh?), but my eyes are wide open, recording everything to my memory. We pass a man pruning atree, and he waves and smiles. We wave. The driver calls out to him, “All right, Bushy?” “Yes, I!” comes the answer. (Did I tell you people talk way differently here? I’ll explain it when I get home.)
We stop in front of a stand that says “Dolphin Lagoon,” and we are welcomed like royalty by the attendant, who says we are just in time for the next program. Olivia shouts, “Look!” In the lagoon, two humongous dolphins rise from the water, curve in the air, and dive back in, just like in the real movie. If only you were here, Ave! These things looked ginormous. Much bigger in person. Trust me on that.
Continuing on with Katani’s Jamaican Holiday, the movie: “Cut! Cut!” the director shouts. The star def needed a break. I have to decide, am I really going into the water to swim with those huge creatures? They must be at least fifteen feet tall. I look over at Olivia. She’s super excited.
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