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.”
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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.
“Stay here,” Louise whispered back. “I’m going to warn all the volunteers to keep their eyes on her. And when she leaves, we will watch and see what kind of car she has. We will write her license number down.”
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans craned her neck to see the back of herself in the long, skinny mirror. “How do I look?” she asked anxiously.
Joseph Anderson Donetti heard her coming all the way across the yard. He peeked through the window, and then he hurried to open the back door. Mac was running so fast, he was afraid she couldn’t stop to knock. “Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!” Mac shouted as she slid into the kitchen.
Joseph Anderson Donetti stared at Mac. “That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had!” he exclaimed. “One ‘Sunshine Yellow’ wall? One red wall? One white wall? And one green wall? It would be the ugliest Mother’s Room on the face of the earth!”
Mac looked at Trevor with squinty eyes. “Are you sure you don’t know anything about this?” she asked with deep suspicion. Trevor threw his hands in the air. “Honestly! I don’t know anything!” he exclaimed.
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans was the first one out of the car. She slammed the door and stood tapping her foot as Joseph and Trevor climbed out of the backseat. “You guys are slow as slugs,” she commented.