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(who's five), and Marnie (who's two), wished Buddy and Suzi good luck at practice, and left.
"Well," said Mary Anne, "let's get going. We should leave now if you want to be at the ball field on time."
"Okay," said Buddy. He looked at Suzi. "Do you want to get it or should I?"
"I will!" Suzi cried.
Mary Anne had no idea what they were talking about, but she didn't have to wait long to find out. Suzi returned in a flash, holding something behind her back. She whipped it out and held it up proudly.
"It's a Krushers T-shirt for Marnie!" said Buddy.
"Yeah. She comes to almost all the games. She needs one," added Suzi.
So Mary Anne, smiling, put the shirt on over Mamie's sweater, checked to make sure everyone was wearing a hat, and led the kids out the back door to the garage, where Mamie's stroller was kept.
They set off, Buddy and Suzi chattering away, and Marnie pointing at things and crying out, "Doggie! Big doggie!" and, "Smell flowers, Mary Anne," and, "Play ball!" which made everyone laugh, because she had said it just like a sportscaster.
Then they fell into a silence, which was broken by Buddy saying tentatively, "I wonder if that girl will be there again."
"What girl?" asked Mary Anne.
"He means Shan-non," Suzi answered in a singsong voice.
Buddy blushed. "I hit her on the head at our last game and she wanted to keep the ball, just like a real fan."
"Oh," said Mary Anne, remembering.
"Buddy li-ikes Shannon, Buddy li-ikes Shannon," sang Suzi.
"Want to make something of it?" asked Buddy, not denying the charge.
"Buddy and Shannon, sitting in a tree — " Suzi began.
Buddy grabbed her arm. "Cut it out!" he yelled. "Or I'll tell Mary Anne and Mom about the . . . you know."
Suzi was instantly quiet.
The rest of the walk to the ball field was quiet, but Mary Anne had a feeling that everyone (except Marnie) was thinking about or wondering about whatever Suzi had done. Mary Anne felt it wasn't her business to pry, though.
At the playing field, everyone oohed and ahhed — first over Marnie in her T-shirt, and then over the cheerleaders. They had gotten their costumes together and were wearing them. They had even managed to find wigs that matched The Three Stooges' hair.
A few kids laughed, but Charlotte, Vanessa, and Haley didn't care. Their costumes were funny and they knew it.
"We ought to pep you guys up," said Haley to the Krushers, and the Krushers agreed.
Everyone was in a good mood. I sensed that as soon as I set foot on the grounds of Ston-eybrook Elementary. David Michael was with me. He had been talking nonstop about the World Series, which was fast approaching. Then there were Vanessa, Haley, and Charlotte in their crazy outfits, and Marnie Barrett in her little Krushers T-shirt.
I was probably the only one who wasn't entirely psyched for the game. I still didn't know what to do about Bart and the dance, and then, when I was leaving the house for practice, I found another note on our front steps. Thank goodness David Michael was still inside, looking for his mitt. I didn't want him to see what I'd found.
The new note said, "Beware. I'm coming sooner than you think. And once I find you, this is all that will be left of Kristin Amanda Thomas." I looked in the envelope and saw . . . fingernail clippings.
Oh, ew. EW. I almost dumped them out, but decided I might need them for evidence sometime.
"Hey, Kristy!" called David Michael then, and I thrust the envelope in the back pocket of my jeans.
"What?" I yelled back.
"I can't find my mitt."
So we had to have a mitt-search before we could leave for the ball field.
By the time we reached Stoneybrook Elementary, I was tired. David Michael and I had a fair amount of equipment to carry and no one to help us, although Charlie had said he'd pick me up after practice. So we had to carry everything ourselves. Besides being tired, my
mind wasn't on the game. It was on Bart, the school dance, and the notes, especially the one I'd just received. So,
"Well," said Mary Anne, "let's get going. We should leave now if you want to be at the ball field on time."
"Okay," said Buddy. He looked at Suzi. "Do you want to get it or should I?"
"I will!" Suzi cried.
Mary Anne had no idea what they were talking about, but she didn't have to wait long to find out. Suzi returned in a flash, holding something behind her back. She whipped it out and held it up proudly.
"It's a Krushers T-shirt for Marnie!" said Buddy.
"Yeah. She comes to almost all the games. She needs one," added Suzi.
So Mary Anne, smiling, put the shirt on over Mamie's sweater, checked to make sure everyone was wearing a hat, and led the kids out the back door to the garage, where Mamie's stroller was kept.
They set off, Buddy and Suzi chattering away, and Marnie pointing at things and crying out, "Doggie! Big doggie!" and, "Smell flowers, Mary Anne," and, "Play ball!" which made everyone laugh, because she had said it just like a sportscaster.
Then they fell into a silence, which was broken by Buddy saying tentatively, "I wonder if that girl will be there again."
"What girl?" asked Mary Anne.
"He means Shan-non," Suzi answered in a singsong voice.
Buddy blushed. "I hit her on the head at our last game and she wanted to keep the ball, just like a real fan."
"Oh," said Mary Anne, remembering.
"Buddy li-ikes Shannon, Buddy li-ikes Shannon," sang Suzi.
"Want to make something of it?" asked Buddy, not denying the charge.
"Buddy and Shannon, sitting in a tree — " Suzi began.
Buddy grabbed her arm. "Cut it out!" he yelled. "Or I'll tell Mary Anne and Mom about the . . . you know."
Suzi was instantly quiet.
The rest of the walk to the ball field was quiet, but Mary Anne had a feeling that everyone (except Marnie) was thinking about or wondering about whatever Suzi had done. Mary Anne felt it wasn't her business to pry, though.
At the playing field, everyone oohed and ahhed — first over Marnie in her T-shirt, and then over the cheerleaders. They had gotten their costumes together and were wearing them. They had even managed to find wigs that matched The Three Stooges' hair.
A few kids laughed, but Charlotte, Vanessa, and Haley didn't care. Their costumes were funny and they knew it.
"We ought to pep you guys up," said Haley to the Krushers, and the Krushers agreed.
Everyone was in a good mood. I sensed that as soon as I set foot on the grounds of Ston-eybrook Elementary. David Michael was with me. He had been talking nonstop about the World Series, which was fast approaching. Then there were Vanessa, Haley, and Charlotte in their crazy outfits, and Marnie Barrett in her little Krushers T-shirt.
I was probably the only one who wasn't entirely psyched for the game. I still didn't know what to do about Bart and the dance, and then, when I was leaving the house for practice, I found another note on our front steps. Thank goodness David Michael was still inside, looking for his mitt. I didn't want him to see what I'd found.
The new note said, "Beware. I'm coming sooner than you think. And once I find you, this is all that will be left of Kristin Amanda Thomas." I looked in the envelope and saw . . . fingernail clippings.
Oh, ew. EW. I almost dumped them out, but decided I might need them for evidence sometime.
"Hey, Kristy!" called David Michael then, and I thrust the envelope in the back pocket of my jeans.
"What?" I yelled back.
"I can't find my mitt."
So we had to have a mitt-search before we could leave for the ball field.
By the time we reached Stoneybrook Elementary, I was tired. David Michael and I had a fair amount of equipment to carry and no one to help us, although Charlie had said he'd pick me up after practice. So we had to carry everything ourselves. Besides being tired, my
mind wasn't on the game. It was on Bart, the school dance, and the notes, especially the one I'd just received. So,
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