Susannah May Farmer felt like an astronaut in a space suit. She had on warm clothes, a thick snowsuit, a scarf, and a hat. Now she was trying to bend over far enough to get her boots on, and it wasn’t easy.
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Michael Arthur Patterson was so excited he almost forgot to be careful as he hurried toward the stairs that led from his family’s apartment to the florist shop below. He could hear his father coming up the steps. “Dad! Dad!”
Susannah May Farmer walked up two steps to a glass door that had the words Lilies of the Field painted on it in fancy gold letters. As she pushed open the door, little bells tinkled cheerfully, and warm, sweet-smelling air rushed to greet her. A tall lady with short dark hair and big glasses looked up at her and smiled.
Mac looked up. G. M. put her head out the door behind Joseph and grinned. “Open the door wide and stand back,” she advised. “She’ll burst in all directions as soon as she gets here.”
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans scooped another bite of mashed potatoes into her mouth. Dad looked at her. “It would be nice if you finished chewing one mouthful before you stuffed another one in,” he said.
Joseph Anderson Donetti reached for the big cardboard box on the top shelf in the garage. “Be careful!” G.M. cautioned, steadying the ladder. “Hand me the box. Don’t try to climb down while you’re holding it.”
Suddenly the upstairs volunteer hurried into the kitchen. “There’s another artifact missing!” she gasped. “The jewelry box from the big bedroom!”
Joseph Anderson Donetti frowned. “I don’t really like writing reports,” he reminded G.M.
