Читать книгу A Year of Mini Mysteries - Kathy Passero - Страница 12

but that night she changed her mind. “Life would be easier with siblings,”

she whispered to Dumpling, who was curled up next to her in bed. She

sighed and nudged him over to make more room. “Then I wouldn’t be the

only new kid.”

In her dreams, Charlotte got lost in school and ended up stuck inside a

desk. Then she failed math and got sent back to kindergarten. By morning,

she felt like a zombie. She liked zombies, but looking like one was not the

first impression she wanted to make. And forget butterflies. These felt like

bats swooping around inside her stomach.

She nearly sleepwalked to Brooklyn’s.

The fact that she’d never been inside the big

Victorian house or met Brooklyn’s family

made her even more nervous.

There seemed to be a lot of commotion

inside when she knocked. The door swung

open, and a small, ginger-haired kid in

sweatpants peered up at her.

“Hi . . . um, are you Dale?”

“I’m Frankie. Dale’s my big brother.”

“Hi, Frankie. Is Brooklyn around?”

“BROOKLYN!!!” the kid bellowed.

A woman appeared behind Frankie. She

looked like a grown-up version of Brooklyn,

only with longer hair and minus the freckles.

“You should hurry, mi amor. You’ll be

late,” she told Frankie in a slight accent, and

Charlotte remembered Brooklyn mentioning

that her mom was from Uruguay. As Frankie