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could finish one sentence she had often started another.
“Exactly,” Moxy said, agreeing with her mother. “My in-betweens are always interrupted by other things.”
Moxy’s mother stared at her.
“Remember the time I got settled on the porch swing with
Stuart Little
and a glass of lemonade and a yellow highlighter just in case I read something important, remember that?”
Moxy’s mother shook her head. “Refresh my memory,” she said.
“You don’t remember how Pansy practically kicked the swing with her foot when she asked me to tie her shoe and then the lemonade spilled all over
Stuart Little
and ruined my new yellow highlighter and then Pansy didn’t clean it up well enough and a billion ants came the next day?”
Moxy’s mother remembered that.
(Pansy was Moxy’s four-year-old sister, and instead of reading
Stuart Little
this summer she was learning to tie her shoes.)
Here is a photograph Mark took of Pansy’s foot after she asked Moxy to tie her shoe
.
And here is a picture of almost a billion ants
.
“That’s what I mean about being interrupted every time I have an in-between,” explained Moxy.
chapter 5
In Which the Word
“Consequences”
First Appears
If Moxy did not stay in her room and read all of
Stuart Little
, there were going to be “consequences,” Moxy’s mother made clear before she left to do her errands.
Moxy loved errands. Today her mother was going to the bakery to pick up the great daisy cake for the after-show party tonight. Then she was going to pick up Rosie from the groomer. Rosie was one of the Maxwells’ dogs. Mudd was the other. He was part black Lab and part German shepherd and part himself. Rosie was a terrifyingterrier mix with long hair that needed to be done often.
Finally, it would be off to the nursery to buy a fabulous new and improved fertilizer for the dahlias, which is the name of the flowers Moxy’s mother grew in her famous dahlia garden.
This is a not-very-good photograph of Moxy’s mother’s dahlia garden. It was taken by Mark Maxwell very early this morning
.
chapter 6
Regarding
Her Mother’s
Errands
How Moxy longed to go! It was the perfect sort of errand outing—there was no dry cleaning involved. No stopping at boring places to pick up boring things, like resoled shoes. Waiting for fertilizer would be boring, but—thought Moxy, who was really beginning to think now—I could use the extra time to really dig in and begin
Stuart Little
.
“But Mother, don’t you see—it’s the perfect in-between. I’ll stay in the car with
Stuart Little
while you go in and buy fertilizer.”
chapter 7
In Which Moxy’s Mother
Says No
“No.”
chapter 8
In Which
Moxy Considers
Actually Reading
STUART LITTLE
There had been a certain something in the tone of her mother’s “no,” so even before the car backed down the driveway, Moxy went to her room and moved a few things off her bed and sat down and began to consider the possibility of actually reading
Stuart Little
.
First, of course, she would have to clean her room. A book of this magnitude—144 pages—required a great deal of space.
Just as Moxy was about to roll her sleeves up and get down to business and really dig in, Sam called.
This is a fabulous photograph Mark Maxwell took of Moxy’s room after she’d answered her phone and before she’d started cleaning
.
“I’m sorry but I can’t talk now,” said Moxy. “I’m very busy.”
“It’s Sam. What are you doing?”
Even though Sam was only six and Moxy was already nine, Moxy considered Sam her best friend. That’s because Sam did whatever Moxy said: when Moxy wanted to practice being a ballet star, Sam would catch her like
that!
in his arms. When Moxy read aloud from the list of 211 Career Paths she was considering, Sam added suggestions of his own. Moxy had never, for example, considered being a shepherd or writing an advice column for senior citizens. Without Sam she never would have thought of
“Exactly,” Moxy said, agreeing with her mother. “My in-betweens are always interrupted by other things.”
Moxy’s mother stared at her.
“Remember the time I got settled on the porch swing with
Stuart Little
and a glass of lemonade and a yellow highlighter just in case I read something important, remember that?”
Moxy’s mother shook her head. “Refresh my memory,” she said.
“You don’t remember how Pansy practically kicked the swing with her foot when she asked me to tie her shoe and then the lemonade spilled all over
Stuart Little
and ruined my new yellow highlighter and then Pansy didn’t clean it up well enough and a billion ants came the next day?”
Moxy’s mother remembered that.
(Pansy was Moxy’s four-year-old sister, and instead of reading
Stuart Little
this summer she was learning to tie her shoes.)
Here is a photograph Mark took of Pansy’s foot after she asked Moxy to tie her shoe
.
And here is a picture of almost a billion ants
.
“That’s what I mean about being interrupted every time I have an in-between,” explained Moxy.
chapter 5
In Which the Word
“Consequences”
First Appears
If Moxy did not stay in her room and read all of
Stuart Little
, there were going to be “consequences,” Moxy’s mother made clear before she left to do her errands.
Moxy loved errands. Today her mother was going to the bakery to pick up the great daisy cake for the after-show party tonight. Then she was going to pick up Rosie from the groomer. Rosie was one of the Maxwells’ dogs. Mudd was the other. He was part black Lab and part German shepherd and part himself. Rosie was a terrifyingterrier mix with long hair that needed to be done often.
Finally, it would be off to the nursery to buy a fabulous new and improved fertilizer for the dahlias, which is the name of the flowers Moxy’s mother grew in her famous dahlia garden.
This is a not-very-good photograph of Moxy’s mother’s dahlia garden. It was taken by Mark Maxwell very early this morning
.
chapter 6
Regarding
Her Mother’s
Errands
How Moxy longed to go! It was the perfect sort of errand outing—there was no dry cleaning involved. No stopping at boring places to pick up boring things, like resoled shoes. Waiting for fertilizer would be boring, but—thought Moxy, who was really beginning to think now—I could use the extra time to really dig in and begin
Stuart Little
.
“But Mother, don’t you see—it’s the perfect in-between. I’ll stay in the car with
Stuart Little
while you go in and buy fertilizer.”
chapter 7
In Which Moxy’s Mother
Says No
“No.”
chapter 8
In Which
Moxy Considers
Actually Reading
STUART LITTLE
There had been a certain something in the tone of her mother’s “no,” so even before the car backed down the driveway, Moxy went to her room and moved a few things off her bed and sat down and began to consider the possibility of actually reading
Stuart Little
.
First, of course, she would have to clean her room. A book of this magnitude—144 pages—required a great deal of space.
Just as Moxy was about to roll her sleeves up and get down to business and really dig in, Sam called.
This is a fabulous photograph Mark Maxwell took of Moxy’s room after she’d answered her phone and before she’d started cleaning
.
“I’m sorry but I can’t talk now,” said Moxy. “I’m very busy.”
“It’s Sam. What are you doing?”
Even though Sam was only six and Moxy was already nine, Moxy considered Sam her best friend. That’s because Sam did whatever Moxy said: when Moxy wanted to practice being a ballet star, Sam would catch her like
that!
in his arms. When Moxy read aloud from the list of 211 Career Paths she was considering, Sam added suggestions of his own. Moxy had never, for example, considered being a shepherd or writing an advice column for senior citizens. Without Sam she never would have thought of
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