out of the refrigerator and handed them to Mr. Flagstaff.
“Let me be in charge of heating these.” Mr. Flagstaff carried them to the microwave. “My specialty,” he said, “is pushing buttons.”
“Get your happy-tizers,” Tyler kept saying as he drove his garbage truck from person to person. Then, he sang us a garbage truck appetizer song.
“That’s silly,” I started to say. But just in time, I remembered I didn’t want to sound like Claire. “Great song, Tyler,” I said.
“That song was for you, Katie,” Tyler said. “Because you came to save me from the monster.”
Dad smiled at me.
We poured sparkling cider into glasses. At last, we had almost everything on the table.
Mr. Flagstaff hoisted Tyler into his chair.
Ms. Morgan held her camera ready.
Tyler munched on centerpiece popcorn.
Dad marched in like a French waiter, holding a big platter high in the air. “My famous pizza,” he announced.
I held my breath. Goosebumps popped out on my arms. Thanksgiving dinner with no turkey? Was it really okay?
Mr. Flagstaff leaned forward and clapped his hands. “Bravo!” he said. He rubbed his belly and sighed with happiness.
“We’re having a feast!” Ms. Morgan said. “I love pizza.” She snapped a photo of Dad. Then she snapped me putting a big spoon into the Cranberry Swamp.
“I’m so thankful,” she said as she sat back down, “to be with a real family today.”
Dad and I looked at each other.
“That’s us,” I said.
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978-1-4532-7081-3
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“Let me be in charge of heating these.” Mr. Flagstaff carried them to the microwave. “My specialty,” he said, “is pushing buttons.”
“Get your happy-tizers,” Tyler kept saying as he drove his garbage truck from person to person. Then, he sang us a garbage truck appetizer song.
“That’s silly,” I started to say. But just in time, I remembered I didn’t want to sound like Claire. “Great song, Tyler,” I said.
“That song was for you, Katie,” Tyler said. “Because you came to save me from the monster.”
Dad smiled at me.
We poured sparkling cider into glasses. At last, we had almost everything on the table.
Mr. Flagstaff hoisted Tyler into his chair.
Ms. Morgan held her camera ready.
Tyler munched on centerpiece popcorn.
Dad marched in like a French waiter, holding a big platter high in the air. “My famous pizza,” he announced.
I held my breath. Goosebumps popped out on my arms. Thanksgiving dinner with no turkey? Was it really okay?
Mr. Flagstaff leaned forward and clapped his hands. “Bravo!” he said. He rubbed his belly and sighed with happiness.
“We’re having a feast!” Ms. Morgan said. “I love pizza.” She snapped a photo of Dad. Then she snapped me putting a big spoon into the Cranberry Swamp.
“I’m so thankful,” she said as she sat back down, “to be with a real family today.”
Dad and I looked at each other.
“That’s us,” I said.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this ebook onscreen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of the publisher.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Text copyright © 2003 by Anne Warren Smith
Cover illustration copyright © 2011 by Tuesday Mourning.
Designed by Lindaanne Donohoe
978-1-4532-7081-3
Published in 2005 by Albert Whitman & Company.
For more information about Albert Whitman & Company,
visit our website at www.albertwhitman.com .
This 2012 edition distributed by Open Road Integrated Media
180 Varick Street
New York, NY 10014
www.openroadmedia.com
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