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but it also gave me another idea. “And, maybe it can take care of a nasty, curly-haired, soccer-playing, chili-contest-betting, clear-nail-polish-needing, head-in-the-back-door-snooping girl?”
    Darbie looked right at me. She pointed to me and then to her and to me again. “You and me,” she said. “We think so much alike, it scares me. And I don’t scare easily. Except forvampires, and werewolves, and zombies, and tsunamis, and earthquakes, and—”
    â€œWe get it,” Hannah said. “Lucky for you there’s no such thing as monsters and we live in Delaware, so we don’t have those kinds of natural disasters.”
    â€œBut I was also going to mention that I’m not too crazy about cryptic warnings,” Darbie said. “Remember ‘You get what you deserve’? Do we deserve something for potioning Bud?”
    â€œYou’re taking this warning stuff too seriously, Darb,” Hannah said.
    â€œLucky for me I have you, Hannah Happygolucky, to bring me back to reality.” Darbie tilted her head back again and dropped the bag of peas on her face. “If you’re not worried, then I’m not either.”
    Hannah picked up the Book. I saw her fingertips rub the encyclopedia’s rough cover. “So, what can we cook up for Charlotte?”
    â€œI thought you thought it was all coincidence,” I said.
    â€œOh, I do,” Hannah said. “But, I also support the process of scientific experimentation. And I think Charlotte was really mean to you just now with all that ‘you shouldn’t even enter the contest’ stuff. I think she’d make a good test subject. Whatcha got in that recipedia?”
    â€œSecret Recipe Book,” I corrected her. We looked through the pages together. I was glad Hannah Happygolucky wasn’tblowing her bangs out of her face or rolling her eyes. It felt like the three of us were in this together.
    Hannah read aloud, “Lavender
Bizcocho de Chocolate
. That’s Lavender Chocolate Brownie: Whoever eats this becomes
muy relajado
—
ip
. That’s very relaxed.”
    â€œWhat’s
ip
?” I asked.
    â€œI still don’t know that word. I’m not sure it even is a word,” Hannah said. “Condensed Chamomile
Té
: If you need to fall asleep
muy rápido
. That’s ‘quickly.’” She turned a page. “Hexberry
Tarta
.
Embrujar
—
ip
. There’s
ip
again. I’m gonna have to look that up, it’s bothering me that I don’t know it means.”
    I asked, “What’s
tarta
and
embrujar
?”
    â€œ
Tarta
is ‘pie,’” Hannah said. “
Embrujar
is the verb ‘to hex.’”
    Darbie said, “B-I-N-G-O, and Charlotte was her name-o. That’s what she needs, an H-E-X.”
    â€œWhat are the ingredients? I’ll check to see if we have everything,” I said.
    I rifled through the freezer and found some pre-made pie crust. I held the bag up. “I can name that tune in two notes:
pre-made
.”
    â€œLet’s see.” Hannah read. “Sugar?”
    â€œCheck.”
    â€œLemon juice, flour, cinnamon, unsalted butter?”
    â€œCheck, check, check, check.”
    â€œShaved hazelnuts?”
    â€œCheck.”
    â€œReally?” Hannah asked, “You keep shaved hazelnuts in the house?”
    â€œI never met a hazelnut I didn’t like,” Darbie said, the bag of peas now defrosting and dripping cold water down her cheeks. She wiped the drops with her shirt.
    â€œWe have hazelnuts. I like to roast them with oil, garlic, and cayenne pepper and mix them with vegetables,” I said.
    â€œOkay then,” Hannah said. “Rue seed?”
    Darbie asked, “What seed?”
    â€œRue seed,” Hannah repeated. “That’s what it says.”
    I went to my backpack and took out the brown paper bag from La Cocina. I looked at the yellow, green, and brown bottles