jumping up.
Jana and Katie pulled shopping bags out from under the bed.
"I got Randy this," Jana said, holding up a white
shirt with a green silhouette of famous London buildings. Across the top it
said "London" in beige letters.
"And I got Tony this," said Katie, pulling out a
chain with a dragon on it. "It's like the dragons at the bridges that
protect London," she explained.
"Did you get lost while you were shopping?" asked
Christie. "You were gone a long time if that's all you guys bought."
"We did a little sightseeing on our own," replied
Jana. "We were all over the city."
"Now we're sooo cosmopolitan," said Katie,
feigning a bored expression.
"You are, are you?" Christie laughed. "You've
only been in one of the largest cities in the world for a few days, and you
think you know all there is to know about it."
"We're fast learners," said Jana, laughing.
Christie was glad to see that Jana seemed to have put aside worrying about her
father and stepmother and was having fun.
"What's left on our list of things to see that we can
get in this afternoon?" asked Beth.
"Well, there's the Old Curiosity Shop that Charles
Dickens wrote about," said Christie. "It's fun and easy to get to. We
can be back in plenty of time to go out to eat."
"We're near Hyde Park, aren't we?" asked Katie as
Mr. Winchell parked the car near the Hard Rock Cafe later that afternoon.
Christie nodded. "It's right down that street."
"We're lucky," said Mr. Winchell, when they
reached the restaurant. "Usually there's a line to get in here."
Inside the girls ogled the guitars and other memorabilia
from famous rock stars that hung on the walls. Along one side of the restaurant
was a counter and booths. The rest of the room was filled with tables.
"This place is neat," exclaimed Beth.
"What's a pig sandwich?" asked Jana,
looking at the menu.
"One of the house specialties," replied Mr.
Winchell. "It's roast pork on a roll. Try it—you'll like it."
"Since it's Christie's birthday, I think we should see
if we can get them to bring us a cake with candles so we can sing 'Happy
Birthday' to her," said Jana.
"I'll never forgive you if you do, Jana Morgan,"
replied Christie.
"I propose a toast," said Katie after the waiter
had brought their food. "To Christie," she began, raising her water
glass. "May she live to be a very, very old maid."
"Hey!" protested Christie. "I don't mind the
old part, but I do mind the maid part. I'm not going to drink to that."
"Just kidding," Katie assured her as the others
laughed. "May you just live to be very, very old."
"That's better," said Christie. "Where are
all my presents, anyway? I expected at least a truckload."
"Greedy, greedy," scolded Beth.
"We didn't get you any, because you don't deserve it,"
teased Jana.
"Actually we planned on your opening your presents when
we got home," explained Christie's mother.
"I'd like to propose a toast, too," offered Mr.
Winchell, raising his glass. "To The Fabulous Five, a great bunch of
girls."
They clinked their glasses together.
"Happy birthday, Christie," they said in unison.
"We're so glad you girls could come," Mrs.
Winchell told Christie's friends. "It's been fun having you."
"Thanks, Mrs. Winchell," said Jana.
The others nodded their appreciation.
As Christie looked at her parents and The Fabulous Five,
happiness welled up inside her. It felt wonderful to have them all together.
After dinner they stopped by the restaurant shop so Katie,
Jana, Melanie, and Beth could buy themselves T-shirts.
When they arrived at Queen's Pudding Square, Christie said, "I
don't want to seem rude or anything, but would it be okay if I open my presents
after we get home from Montague's? Phoebe and Nicki and Ellie are probably
already there."
"It will only take a minute, dear," said her
mother.
"Can we see the room in the basement where you built
your science project first?" asked Jana.
"I'll show it to you in the morning," said
Christie.
"Show it to us now," insisted
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