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water?”
“Um, I’m okay,’ Natalie said. “Are the others all done?”
“Yes,” Skye assured her. “They’re fine. They’re entertaining themselves in the reception area.”
Natalie was afraid to ask what that meant.
Through the closed door she heard a lot of high-pitched laughter. She recognized Grace’s giggle and closed her eyes. She said, “I’m sorry about the noise.”
“I will have to go ask them to be a little quieter,” Skye said. “Excuse me.”
Finally, her nails were done. She hurried back into her clothes and rushed to the reception area.
Her three friends were sitting in chairs facing her. Alyssa looked fantastic in a stylin’ new haircut—but Grace and Jenna were a couple of freaks! Their faces were covered with blue goo and they were holding lime-colored cotton balls over their eyelids.
Natalie burst into shocked giggles. They were imitating the photograph Jenna had snapped of her sister, Stephanie, who had been a CIT in Bunk 3A. They had given the picture to Tyler, the swim instructor, whom Stephanie was crushing on. Stephanie had been furious.
“You guys!” Natalie cried.
“Surprise!” Jenna boomed as she and Grace took the cotton balls off their eyes. Alyssa just smiled quietly and shook her head.
Just then, a man and a woman in black suits and wrap-around sunglasses walked through the frosted glass entrance doors of the spa. Natalie knew them. They were Hannah’s mother’s security detail. Since she was an ambassador, she occasionally traveled with two bodyguards in tow.
The two bodyguards froze when they saw Natalie’s three friends. The man raised his wrist toward his mouth and said, “Delay the ambassador’s entrance.”
“It’s all right!” Natalie assured them. “These are my . . . friends. They’re visiting me.”
As she spoke, Grace and Jenna sat up straight, like little girls who had been sent to the principal’s office.
Skye appeared next. She came from behind the water wall and said, “Oh, the ambassador is here.” She stared with dismay at Natalie’s two blue-faced friends.
“We’ll go wash our faces,” Jenna said, getting to her feet. She looked guilty. Natalie figured she was the one who had thought up the prank.
Before they had a chance to make a quick exit, the spa doors opened again. Hannah’s exotic mother paused regally at the threshold.
Skye gushed, “Ambassador. How lovely to see you this morning.”
“Hello, Skye. And Natalie,” Hannah’s mother said, embracing Natalie. “What a pleasant surprise. Is your mother here?”
“No, I’m here with my friends,” Natalie replied.
Alyssa and Grace both rose—only Grace moved so fast that she knocked over her chair.
“Sorry!” she blurted. Her pink lips were a bizarre contrast to her bright blue face.
Natalie introduced them one by one to Hannah’s mother.
Grace did a sort of curtsey. “We’re the Blue Girl Group,” she explained.
Despite her initial embarrassment, Natalie laughed. Grace was making a reference to the very weird performance group called the Blue Man Group. Natalie had seen them perform, and she had liked them a lot.
“Perhaps you could perform at my embassy sometime,” Hannah’s mother teased. “We encourage an exchange of cultures.”
“We’re kind of our own culture,” Jenna added.
“Camp Lakeview culture,” Grace added.
“Do you know if your mother is free for lunch today?” Hannah’s mother asked Natalie. “I’ve just discovered the most fascinating Ethiopian restaurant. They have the best engera I have ever tasted.” She leaned toward the girls. “That’s a kind of bread.”
“I love Ethiopian food,” Alyssa offered. “I’m a vegetarian.”
Hannah’s mother raised her brows. “Then you must try this restaurant. It’s called Teff, Natalie. It’s across the street from Rockefeller Center. Just a little way past the Hilton.”
“Is it Teff to get in?” Grace wisecracked. When the ambassador just blinked at her, she
“Um, I’m okay,’ Natalie said. “Are the others all done?”
“Yes,” Skye assured her. “They’re fine. They’re entertaining themselves in the reception area.”
Natalie was afraid to ask what that meant.
Through the closed door she heard a lot of high-pitched laughter. She recognized Grace’s giggle and closed her eyes. She said, “I’m sorry about the noise.”
“I will have to go ask them to be a little quieter,” Skye said. “Excuse me.”
Finally, her nails were done. She hurried back into her clothes and rushed to the reception area.
Her three friends were sitting in chairs facing her. Alyssa looked fantastic in a stylin’ new haircut—but Grace and Jenna were a couple of freaks! Their faces were covered with blue goo and they were holding lime-colored cotton balls over their eyelids.
Natalie burst into shocked giggles. They were imitating the photograph Jenna had snapped of her sister, Stephanie, who had been a CIT in Bunk 3A. They had given the picture to Tyler, the swim instructor, whom Stephanie was crushing on. Stephanie had been furious.
“You guys!” Natalie cried.
“Surprise!” Jenna boomed as she and Grace took the cotton balls off their eyes. Alyssa just smiled quietly and shook her head.
Just then, a man and a woman in black suits and wrap-around sunglasses walked through the frosted glass entrance doors of the spa. Natalie knew them. They were Hannah’s mother’s security detail. Since she was an ambassador, she occasionally traveled with two bodyguards in tow.
The two bodyguards froze when they saw Natalie’s three friends. The man raised his wrist toward his mouth and said, “Delay the ambassador’s entrance.”
“It’s all right!” Natalie assured them. “These are my . . . friends. They’re visiting me.”
As she spoke, Grace and Jenna sat up straight, like little girls who had been sent to the principal’s office.
Skye appeared next. She came from behind the water wall and said, “Oh, the ambassador is here.” She stared with dismay at Natalie’s two blue-faced friends.
“We’ll go wash our faces,” Jenna said, getting to her feet. She looked guilty. Natalie figured she was the one who had thought up the prank.
Before they had a chance to make a quick exit, the spa doors opened again. Hannah’s exotic mother paused regally at the threshold.
Skye gushed, “Ambassador. How lovely to see you this morning.”
“Hello, Skye. And Natalie,” Hannah’s mother said, embracing Natalie. “What a pleasant surprise. Is your mother here?”
“No, I’m here with my friends,” Natalie replied.
Alyssa and Grace both rose—only Grace moved so fast that she knocked over her chair.
“Sorry!” she blurted. Her pink lips were a bizarre contrast to her bright blue face.
Natalie introduced them one by one to Hannah’s mother.
Grace did a sort of curtsey. “We’re the Blue Girl Group,” she explained.
Despite her initial embarrassment, Natalie laughed. Grace was making a reference to the very weird performance group called the Blue Man Group. Natalie had seen them perform, and she had liked them a lot.
“Perhaps you could perform at my embassy sometime,” Hannah’s mother teased. “We encourage an exchange of cultures.”
“We’re kind of our own culture,” Jenna added.
“Camp Lakeview culture,” Grace added.
“Do you know if your mother is free for lunch today?” Hannah’s mother asked Natalie. “I’ve just discovered the most fascinating Ethiopian restaurant. They have the best engera I have ever tasted.” She leaned toward the girls. “That’s a kind of bread.”
“I love Ethiopian food,” Alyssa offered. “I’m a vegetarian.”
Hannah’s mother raised her brows. “Then you must try this restaurant. It’s called Teff, Natalie. It’s across the street from Rockefeller Center. Just a little way past the Hilton.”
“Is it Teff to get in?” Grace wisecracked. When the ambassador just blinked at her, she
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