MacKenzie Isabelle Evans stared at Joseph. “Why not?” she asked. “Why don’t you want to join a book club? It sounds like fun! I would love to join a book club!"
Joseph Anderson Donetti felt like shouting. Instead, he took a deep breath and began softly, “I don’t want to belong to a book club! I don’t want to give book reports in front of perfect strangers!”
Mac discovered the art aisle was just as interesting as it had been the last time she visited it. Even the ordinary things, such as the brand-new boxes of crayons filled with their own rainbows of color, were fun to look at. And then there were rubber stamps with all kinds of designs and messages to read. And there were paint-by-number kits and books of designs and fascinating mazes. And gel pens!
Hannah Maria Estevez clenched her fists. Hot tears of disappointment burned behind her eyeballs, and she blinked to keep the tears from spilling out.
Mac dashed into the kitchen and soon returned with a cookbook in hand. She plopped down on the sofa and began to leaf through it. “There sure are lots of different kinds of salads!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t know there were so many! Listen to this! Cherry Salad, Coconut-Pineapple Salad, Cranberry Fluff Salad—I wonder what the fluff part is,” she giggled.
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans handed Mom her Primary Treasure and then plopped down beside her on the couch.
Trevor Paul Monroe opened his eyes. He was wide awake and full of energy. How strange to be absolutely asleep one minute and completely awake the next!
“What do you want to celebrate?” Pastor Chuck asked. Mac’s red curls danced as she shook her head. “I don’t know. But we could find something to celebrate!”
Hannah Maria Estevez was dreaming. A giant fly buzzed around and around her head. She took aim and swatted at it. Hannah Maria Estevez hit herself in the nose. She abruptly woke up!
