conversation.
âSuch a lovely little cottage,â my great-aunt said as we emerged onto our street again. âAnd such a lovely family.â
âExcept for Olivia,â I muttered under my breath.
Great-Aunt Abyssinia gave me a fleeting smile that told me sheâd heard what Iâd just said. She might be old, but she had ears like a hawk.
âWould you like to come in for a minute?â she asked, gesturing at her RV. âArchibald would love to see you again.â
I nodded. âSure.â
Archibald stretched and hopped down from his perch on the sofa when we came in. Heâs the best thing about Great-Aunt Abyssiniaâs RV. Heâs huge, twenty pounds at least, which could be why Great-Aunt Aby picked him. âBig woman like me needs a big cat,â I remember her telling me back at Mount Rushmore.
âHey, Archie,â I said, scratching him under his chin. âRemember me?â
He twined himself around my legs and blinked up at me, his bright green eyes glowing like traffic lights against his coal black fur. When you talk to my great-auntâs cat, he cocks his head to one side like a dog. You could swear he understands every word you say.
âHave a seat,â said Great-Aunt Aby. âHelp yourself to anything youâd like in the fridge.â
Fat chance, I thought, but I checked anyway, more out of curiosity than anything else. Sure enough, there were half a dozen bottles of Great-Aunt Abyâs favorite breakfast beverage, the green stuff my mother and I had dubbed SuperGloop, along with a half-eaten burrito, two lemons, some prickly pear yogurt (I didnât know it came in that flavor), the ever-present pickled eggs, and what looked like leftover fish sticks but which I was pretty sure had never been anywhere near the ocean. Surprisingly, there was also a can of root beer. I reached for it and sat down at the table.
âNow, where the dickens did I put that rascal?â muttered Great-Aunt Aby, stooping down in front of the bookshelves that lined the short hallway leading to the back of the RV, and her bedroom.
I looked around curiously. Everything seemed pretty much the same as the last time I was here. Same knickknacks; same clutter. The wall of souvenir plates had expandedâI spotted one with a picture of Old Ironsides and another of the Alamoâand I was pretty sure sheâd added another shelf over the dining table for her growing collection of fairy-tale snow globes. I would have remembered the Little Red Riding Hood one for sure.
And the books! Another of my great-auntâs hobbies iscollecting secondhand books, and there were piles of them everywhere, including on the table in front of me. I picked up the one on top, a dusty old volume with PACIFIC NORTHWEST FLORA AND FAUNA printed on the cover.
âGreat-Aunt Aby, can I use your phone for a sec?â I asked, suddenly remembering Iâd promised to call Rani about our science homework. âI left my cell in the house.â
âSorry, honey, I donât have one,â she replied, distracted.
âHow about your computer, then?â I could send Rani an e-mail or an IM that way.
She shook her head regretfully. âNo computer, either, Iâm afraid. And no VCR, DVD, or GPS. No alphabet soup of any kindâwell, except for TV. I love the Food Network. Other than that, though, Iâm off the grid.â
Great-Aunt Aby watched cooking shows? This was surprising news. You sure wouldnât know it by the contents of her fridge. Then something else occurred to me. âBut I thought you said you talked to my mom last night.â
âDid I?â She straightened, blinking owlishly at me. âOhâpay phone. Yep, thatâs it. Pay phone.â She turned back to the bookshelf and ran her fingers across the spines. âPerrault, Grimm, Andersenâitâs got to be here somewhere.â
I sipped my root beer, puzzled. A pay phone? Did they
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