If only I had a drum set like Ivan down the street, Trevor thought. Ivan’s set was bright blue with silver sparkles. It looked as if it would glow in the dark, but it didn’t—they’d turned off the lights to check.
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Hannah Maria Estevez watched the big, brown UPS van pull into the driveway. “Mama! The package man is here!” she called.
Mrs. Pastor Chuck ran down the hall. She looked at Mac sprawled on the carpet, tears running down her face. “Where are you hurt?” she asked anxiously, squatting down beside her. “Is anything broken?”
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans watched the fat raindrops chase each other down the car window. She sniffed disgustedly. “I don’t know why it has to rain today!” she exclaimed. “I don’t care if it rains tomorrow! But why does it have to rain today?”
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans unbuckled her seat belt and jumped out of Mrs. Korner’s truck. “You won’t believe how much food we bought!” she shouted. “I think we could feed all of Jacksonville!”
Trevor Paul Monroe unfolded the piece of paper he had drawn from the cookie jar. He read it and groaned.
“What do you think happened to our water?” he asked. “It’s really creepy to turn on the faucet and nothing happens!”
Joseph Anderson Donetti looked up from the book he was reading. Rain beat against the windows and ran down the glass panes. Joseph wiggled into a more comfortable position in the big over-stuffed chair. He looked for his place on the page again. The story was getting very exciting!
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans stood in the middle of the lawn. She put two fingers into her mouth and whistled a long, piercing whistle.
Mama smiled at Hannah through the open window. “Sh!” she said softly and pointed to the back seat. Hannah peeked in at Baby Paulo. His head drooped down to his chest. His dark hair clung to his head in damp curls. Just looking at Baby Paulo made Hannah smile. Even when she definitely did not feel like smiling.
