Hannah Maria Estevez held her breath. She looked from Papa’s twinkling eyes to Mama. Baby Paulo banged his spoon on the tray of his high chair, but Hannah didn’t even hear him. Would Mama let her go? Would Mama really let her miss a day of school when she wasn’t even sick?
Joseph Anderson Donetti stared at G.M. “You look funny,” he said.
Joseph Anderson Donetti sat in the pew between Mom and G.M. His stomach felt nervous and fluttery.
Just then the kitchen door banged. They heard Mr. Evans’s deep voice. “Are those cookies I smell? I knew it! I knew it! I was driving by the house, and the car just turned in and stopped. It must have smelled the cookies too.
Joseph Anderson Donetti looked around the kitchen. Where could G.M. have left the cordless phone this time?
“So now we’ll go outside, and Mrs. Benson will show us the sheep she brought along with her to church today,” Pastor Chuck said.
Trevor Paul Monroe had an idea. It was such a brilliant idea that even he was dazzled by it. He needed permission for one little part of it though.
Trevor Paul Monroe got up on the wrong side of the bed. Actually, it was the same side he always got up on, but that’s what Mom said when he wandered into the kitchen with a big frown on his face. She took one look at him and said, “You must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.”
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans yanked the car door open and flopped onto the back seat. She slammed the door shut. “I can’t stand that Melissa Gibson!” she exclaimed as she fumbled for the seat belt.
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans walked down the sidewalk pulling her old red wagon behind her. Which meant it must be Tuesday afternoon, because Tuesday afternoon was Mac’s going-to-the-market-for-Miss-Hazel-and-Miss-Minerva afternoon.
