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“Suit?” said Dad vaguely, adding more powder to the beaker. Frankie and

Riley applauded when it foamed over.

“Dale needs his suit for the school dance tomorrow night,” said Brooklyn,

sounding more like her mom than herself.

“Yeah, he’s got a date,” Riley snickered.

“I still can’t believe someone actually agreed to go out with him,” Frankie

added. They rolled their eyes at each other and burst into laughter. Teasing

Dale about the dance had become their favorite pastime.

“That’s what people said when your mom first asked me out,” said Dad,

adjusting his safety glasses. “Everyone was surprised I said yes. I was quite

a catch, you know.”

“Ew!” Riley exclaimed.

“Dad, did you know that Mom took Dale’s suit to the

dry cleaner before she left because it had spaghetti

sauce all over it from Aunt Margot’s wedding?”

“That was epic!” said Frankie.

“And did you know the dry cleaner closes for the

weekend at six tonight?”

Brooklyn saw panic flash across her dad’s

face. He glanced at his watch.

“Kids, Brooklyn’s right. Time to

clean up! Why don’t you three start

upstairs while I tackle the first floor?

Frankie, Riley, straighten up your room.

Brooklyn, you can vacuum the sec-

ond floor. Let’s meet back here in

exactly one hour to decide

what’s for dinner.”