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anything about staying
away from the kitchen. Of course, she knew what her mother would
probably say if she saw Starr in there. But her mother wasn't here
and Starr really wanted some of that jam. If she was super quick,
her mother wouldn't see her. And if she didn't know about it, then
she couldn't get mad at her.
Starr bit her lip as she tried to decide. The
lure of the jam proved to be too much. She pushed one of the doors
open slightly and peered through the opening.
"Well, kid? Coming or going?"
Starr stared up at a man who reminded her of
a really big gingerbread cookie. He was wearing a big white apron
covered with splotches of all kinds of things.
"Do you think I could take some of that
orange marmalade home with me?" she asked.
"Do you work here?" he asked.
"My mom does," Starr said, trying to sound a
lot more confident than she felt. She wondered if he was going to
turn her in or, worse yet, track her mother down. Maybe trying to
score some of the jam hadn't been the best idea, after all.
His lips twitched a little and Starr wondered
if he was trying not to sneeze. "I see," he said finally. "In that
case, why don't we see if there's any orange marmalade left." He
pulled open the door.
Starr looked around quickly, but her mother
was nowhere to be seen, so she followed him into the kitchen.
Once inside, it was hard to figure out where
to look first. Bottles and cans were stacked on metal racks all the
way to the ceiling. There was a lot of polished metal everywhere,
great bit pots hung from the ceiling and all kinds of other things
that looked like something out of a science fiction movie. On top
of that, people wearing aprons were rushing around the room in a
great flurry, giving Starr the feeling she was in the center of a
storm.
Starr watched the activity with wide eyes
while trying to keep close to the giant gingerbread man as they
crossed the room and went into an enormous pantry on the other side
of the kitchen. He reached up and took down a big jar. Her eyes
widened as he handed it to her. It was the orange marmalade.
She looked up at him. "Can I take it
home?"
"Of course," he said. "And now you know where
it's kept, too." He winked at her and then walked past her back
into the kitchen.
Starr hesitated for only a split second,
dazed at her good luck. Then quickly tucked the jar into her
backpack and went back into the kitchen. Her benefactor was deep in
conversation with one of the other people, so she quickly found the
door and soon was hurrying down the hallway and out of the
Lodge.
As she made her way back to the cabin, Starr
decided to have a biscuit with jam on it while she was waiting for
the movers. Although they weren't really regular movers, she
amended. They didn't have enough stuff or money for that. They were
really just people her mother knew who were moving up this way and
who had room in their truck. Which had been really lucky. Starr
just wished she didn't have to wait for them her first day on the
North Shore. On the other hand, she thought happily, she had a jar
of orange marmalade and a bunch of really good biscuits.
* * * * *
Chapter 14
When she got back to the cabin, Starr went
straight to her room. She put her camera back into the cubbyhole
and took the jam out of her backpack. She knew if she put the jam
in the kitchen, her mother would want to know where she got it, so
she decided to keep it in one of the desk drawers. She didn't think
her mother would search for anything there, but she figured she'd
at least be safe for a few days until she could find another place
to hide it.
First, though, she got a plate out of the
kitchen and slathered jam all over one of the biscuits. Going out
onto the porch, she slowly munched on the biscuit and looked for
the moving van. She knew her mother had given them very detailed
instructions (her mother was big on detailed instructions), so
Starr had no doubt they'd find the place. She just wished she knew
what time
away from the kitchen. Of course, she knew what her mother would
probably say if she saw Starr in there. But her mother wasn't here
and Starr really wanted some of that jam. If she was super quick,
her mother wouldn't see her. And if she didn't know about it, then
she couldn't get mad at her.
Starr bit her lip as she tried to decide. The
lure of the jam proved to be too much. She pushed one of the doors
open slightly and peered through the opening.
"Well, kid? Coming or going?"
Starr stared up at a man who reminded her of
a really big gingerbread cookie. He was wearing a big white apron
covered with splotches of all kinds of things.
"Do you think I could take some of that
orange marmalade home with me?" she asked.
"Do you work here?" he asked.
"My mom does," Starr said, trying to sound a
lot more confident than she felt. She wondered if he was going to
turn her in or, worse yet, track her mother down. Maybe trying to
score some of the jam hadn't been the best idea, after all.
His lips twitched a little and Starr wondered
if he was trying not to sneeze. "I see," he said finally. "In that
case, why don't we see if there's any orange marmalade left." He
pulled open the door.
Starr looked around quickly, but her mother
was nowhere to be seen, so she followed him into the kitchen.
Once inside, it was hard to figure out where
to look first. Bottles and cans were stacked on metal racks all the
way to the ceiling. There was a lot of polished metal everywhere,
great bit pots hung from the ceiling and all kinds of other things
that looked like something out of a science fiction movie. On top
of that, people wearing aprons were rushing around the room in a
great flurry, giving Starr the feeling she was in the center of a
storm.
Starr watched the activity with wide eyes
while trying to keep close to the giant gingerbread man as they
crossed the room and went into an enormous pantry on the other side
of the kitchen. He reached up and took down a big jar. Her eyes
widened as he handed it to her. It was the orange marmalade.
She looked up at him. "Can I take it
home?"
"Of course," he said. "And now you know where
it's kept, too." He winked at her and then walked past her back
into the kitchen.
Starr hesitated for only a split second,
dazed at her good luck. Then quickly tucked the jar into her
backpack and went back into the kitchen. Her benefactor was deep in
conversation with one of the other people, so she quickly found the
door and soon was hurrying down the hallway and out of the
Lodge.
As she made her way back to the cabin, Starr
decided to have a biscuit with jam on it while she was waiting for
the movers. Although they weren't really regular movers, she
amended. They didn't have enough stuff or money for that. They were
really just people her mother knew who were moving up this way and
who had room in their truck. Which had been really lucky. Starr
just wished she didn't have to wait for them her first day on the
North Shore. On the other hand, she thought happily, she had a jar
of orange marmalade and a bunch of really good biscuits.
* * * * *
Chapter 14
When she got back to the cabin, Starr went
straight to her room. She put her camera back into the cubbyhole
and took the jam out of her backpack. She knew if she put the jam
in the kitchen, her mother would want to know where she got it, so
she decided to keep it in one of the desk drawers. She didn't think
her mother would search for anything there, but she figured she'd
at least be safe for a few days until she could find another place
to hide it.
First, though, she got a plate out of the
kitchen and slathered jam all over one of the biscuits. Going out
onto the porch, she slowly munched on the biscuit and looked for
the moving van. She knew her mother had given them very detailed
instructions (her mother was big on detailed instructions), so
Starr had no doubt they'd find the place. She just wished she knew
what time
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