hifflesnuffle meant. Ali had had a sudden insight, which may have had something to do with Robertâs pink ears.
Hifflesnuffle: hif-ul-snuful (v.) -snuffled, -snuffling, -snuffles. (tr).
To like someone when that someone doesnât like you back.
âWhatâs in the shoebox?â Ali asked kindly.
Robert looked up from the
OED
, startled. âShoebox?â
There she was.
Wow, oh, wow
, thought Robert. The old Ali! His former orange juiceâselling business partner, his fellow astronaut in space, on whom his very life had once depended, standing right in front of him, as if sheâd never gone away.
âThat one,â said Ali, pointing to the big shoebox on the floor by the dictionary stand. âWhatâs in it?â
âOh, nothing,â said Robert. âNothing,
yet
.â
âOK.â said Ali, shrugging. And
poof
! The old Ali disappeared into thin air, right before Robertâs eyes.
Maybe a hint of magic would impress her, since she was always wowed by Magic Mannyâs stuff, Robert thought. He put down the magnifying glass. âBy the way,â he said to Ms. Snoops, âyou know that book you lent me? Do you mind if I keep it for a while longer?â
âWhich book?â asked Ms. Snoops.
âYou know,
Incredible Magic Tricks for a Rainy Day
. Itâs really great.â
Oops
, thought Robert. Ms. Snoops was pretending she didnât know what he was talking about! He shouldnât have brought it up. Maybe the book was so special, Ms. Snoops wanted to keep it a secret, sort of like a pact between the two of them.
âOh, is that a book of mine? Sure, keep it as long as you like,â Ms. Snoops said.
âThanks,â said Robert, and winked.
Ms. Snoops smiled and winked back.
Ali hurriedly gathered up her treasures from the coffee table. âI have to go now,â she said. âLeandra and I have something to discuss, and soon Edgar will be waking up from his nap and asking for me.â Oh, how she wished
that
was true!
Then Ms. Snoops said something that made Aliâs sleepinginvisible, theoretical angel suddenly awakenâand sit up straight.
âWhoâs Edgar?â Ms. Snoops asked.
The invisible, theoretical angel began whispering furiously in Aliâs ear, and Ali realized something sheâd known all along, but hadnât really known sheâd known. The thought made her sit down slowly on Ms. Snoopsâs orange and green striped sofa.
Ms. Snoopsâs memory, whispered the angel, was like the lacy antimacassars on the orange and green striped sofaâs arms. Ms. Snoopsâs memory had little holes in it, here and there, where facts slipped through and disappeared: peopleâs names, titles of books, answers to questions Ms. Snoops had to keep asking, over and over. But then there were the parts of her memory with no holes at allâthose would make her memoirs grow fatter and fatter . . . all those stories, all those historical and scientific facts she knew, all those wonderful words she remembered.
Naranga! Infrangible!
It was so confusing, and so, so sad.
Now it was Aliâs turn to hug Ms. Snoops.
âEdgar is my little brother,â Ali said. âBut I promise Iâll be back soon, to read those memoirs you were going to write. Iâll help you remember.â
âThat would be lovely,â said Ms. Snoops. âAnd a nap sounds likes a good idea right about now.â
âI guess Iâll go now, too,â said Robert. âMay I please borrow your fruit-picker pole? Iâd like to pick some more of the oranges, the ones you said were extra-special.â He winked at Ms. Snoops again.
âIâll give you some of mine! No need to pick them your-self,â said Ms. Snoops, winking back at him. She filled a paper bag for both Robert and Ali from a big bowl of oranges on her coffee table. âThese are the treeâs sweetest oranges,â she said. âThe
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