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pounded up the stairs, the woman

said, “You must be Charlotte. I’m

Brooklyn’s mom. Come in. She’s

almost ready.”

Charlotte had barely taken

a seat in the living room when

Frankie emerged from the

kitchen, dressed in shorts and

a soccer jersey.

Charlotte blinked and

shook her head. Had she

dozed off? I must be really

sleep-deprived, she thought.

“You’ll be cold in that,”

said Brooklyn’s mom, following the child out of the kitchen.

“Go upstairs and get a hoodie.”

No sooner had Brooklyn’s mom turned away than Frankie

reappeared, wearing jeans and the required hooded sweatshirt.

Incredible, thought Charlotte as Frankie followed Ms. Patrick

into the kitchen. That has to be the world’s fastest kid.

“Hey!” cried Brooklyn, galloping down the stairs. “Sorry to make

you wait. It’s chaos here every morning.”

She wriggled into her jacket and called, “Bye, Mom!”

“Your whole family must be great at soccer,” said Charlotte as they

walked. “Frankie moves faster than any kid I’ve ever seen.”

Brooklyn laughed aloud. “Frankie’s not that fast. I’ll explain . . .”

What did Brooklyn explain? (TAP HERE for answer.)