know whatâs going to happen.â
Mr. Custos relaxed with a sigh. He wiped a spot of toothpaste foam from the side of his mouth. âThank you, Granny. You know, the next logical option, of course, is Chicago.â
Claudia perked up. âThe Art Institute of Chicago!â Her parents took her there on occasion, when they got tired of her begging, and she was always anxious to return. âThat would work.â
Mr. Custos began wagging his toothbrush again. âAs a matter of fact, the director of the AIC once came to pay me a visit and take a look at our collection. He told me thatââ
âSal,â interrupted Granny Custos with a flick of her fingers. âZoot, zoot.â
âAh ⦠Right. Good night, then.â Mr. Custos returned the way he had come. The water running in the kitchen turned off and then a door closed somewhere in the back of the house.
Pim nodded enthusiastically. âYes, the Art Institute of Chicago will be perfect.â
âGood, good!â crowed Granny Custos. âGo. Go now!â
âNow?â Claudia asked. âBut itâs eight thirty at night. The museumâs already closed. And itâs downtown.â
âSmall obstacles for a girl taking on Nee Gezicht,â the old woman replied. She struggled to her feet, leaning hard on the table. Once she found her balance, she twisted up all of the loose strands of hair back into her bun. Then she removed the pipe from her mouth and stuck it into the bun to hold it in place.
âPerhaps youâre right,â she continued. âMy bones are old. Time for bed. Youâll find the door, and your grandfather, I suppose, where you left them.â Granny Custos pulled her bulky shawl tighter around herself as she headed down the hallway. She paused for just a moment to turn and say, âBreak the staff. Break the curse. Break Nee Gezicht. Buona fortuna .â
Claudia watched her disappear down the hallway, wondering if Granny Custos always dismissed her guests like that. She wondered if she should shout a thank-you after the old woman. She looked at the tray of scattered ingredients and the goopy blender. She looked at the yellow mustard bottle in her hands. She looked at the boy in the painting. And she wondered what in the world had she gotten herself into.
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C HAPTER 7
âT HREE PAIRS of underwear? Mom, Iâll be gone for two nights.â
âUnderwear is one thing in life you can never overestimate, sweetheart.â Claudiaâs mom stuffed the underwear next to the other clothes in her backpack.
âOkay. Sure. Great. I think I probably have everything now.â Claudia pulled the zipper over the bulges.
âOne more thing.â Her mom grabbed the set of twenty-four colors of nail polish complete with a bonus bottle of nail polish remover and handed it to Claudia. âTake it with you. At least pretend to like your auntâs present when you visit her.â
Claudia rolled her eyes. She had never been a schemer. A visit to Aunt Maggie was the best she could come up with during the lateâway too lateâhours of the night, but it wasnât a bad bit of scheming. She could make it to the Art Institute downtown without her parents and she would have several days to get in, get it done, and get out. (The details of that part were still a little fuzzy.)
It had taken some sweet-talking to convince her mom to let her spend the long weekend with âthat sister-in-law.â But in the end, in her momâs eyes it was better than Claudiaâs sitting alone in the library or the art museum. Claudia had called Aunt Maggie that morning, and the express bus to downtown Chicago left at noonâin less than an hour.
Claudia looked at the nail polish. âDo I have to take it?â
âOf course you do. Besides, youâll probably need it. All twenty-four colors. If thereâs anyone who knows how to turn things into a party,
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