Читать книгу A Year of Mini Mysteries - Kathy Passero - Страница 21
ОглавлениеGrumbling, the twins trudged up to the attic room they shared.
Brooklyn followed them. Fifty-nine minutes later, with the upper floors
almost spotless, she headed back down, lugging a bag of trash to the
garage. Dad was in the kitchen, taking the last of the clean dishes out of the
dishwasher. “How does spaghetti carbonara sound?” he asked.
“Awesome!” said Brooklyn, slipping her feet into fuzzy monster slippers
and shivering as she opened the door to the garage. On her way to the gar-
bage cans, she stopped to pet Adonis, who was asleep on the hood of the car.
“When did you sneak out?” she murmured, patting his silky, warm
tummy. Adonis yawned lazily, stretched, then hopped down and trotted
to the kitchen door.
Brooklyn held the door open, then
followed the cat into the kitchen, grinning.
“Nice save, Dad. You must have gotten to
the dry cleaner just before they closed.”
How did Brooklyn
know her dad had just
returned from the
dry cleaner?
