hilarious. What other messages did you put in the window?â
For a split second, panic shows on Breeâs face, and I know what she is thinking. âOh, nothing much,â she says. âJust boring stuff.â
âWell, let me see.â
âNah. Theyâre stupid.Just dumb stuff asking people to honk and wave.â
Ann is no dummy. Breeâs resistance is more than enough to make her suspect that weâre hiding something. She also knows, on account of her heart, that she can pretty much get my parents to do anything she wants, so she immediately turns to them. âMom, Bree and Cade wonât let me see the other things they wrote.â
âBree?â my mother asks.
âGive âem to her, guys,â Dad says flatly.
âButââ
âNo âbutsâ!â barks Dad before Bree can finish her rebuttal. He gives my mom a quick sideways glance to see if she is going to scold him for raising his voice.
I hand the full stack of papers to Ann. It takes her all of about five seconds to get to the one about her. âWho wrote this?â she shrieks. Her face turns instantly red, which means her heart is working overtime. âYou two are jerks, you know that?â
âDimwit wrote that one,â says Bree quickly. âMine were completely harmless.â
Harmless? Yours brought the cops!
âHow do either of you know if Iâve been kissed or not?â
âWell, have ye?â
âItâs none of your business!â
âAnn,â my mom says, âplease, letâs not get all riled up. Just take a deep breath and weâll sort this out.â
Annâs face is still burning, but she takes a long breath through her nose before turning back to me and asking, âCade, why would you write something like that?â
Itâs a fair question. I take a moment to think how best to answer in Pirateese. âWell, ye ainât ever had a boyfriend, anâ ye ainât ever brought a swashbuckler home fer dinner or studying, so I have to think ye ainât ever been kissed.â
âAhhh! Dad, will you please make him stop talking like that. Itâs driving me nuts!â
âCade,â says Dad, using his âthis-is-the-last-strawâ voice, âenough is enough. Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day is officially over. Savvy ?â
Ann sneers, gloating at the power she holds over me on account of her weak heart.
âPoop deck,â I mumble as I turn again toward the rear window.
âEnough from everyone ,â says Mom, raising her voice for the first time. âWeâre only half an hour away. I want complete silence until we get there. Nod if you understand.â
âWatch your tone, hun,â says my dad casually as my momâs face turns cherry red. âItâs no wonder the kids raise their voices so much.â
Chapter 8
Bree
T HERE IS STILL plenty of daylight left when we pull to a stop at the beach house, which sits along a cute little road running parallel to the beach. Dad backs the van into the driveway, right beside Grandmaâs old car, leaving me an open view of the sandy shoreline that will serve as our backyard for the next three months. Beyond the sand, at the crest of the waves, is Haystack Rock, a monolith jutting up to meet the sinking sun. Even with the windows up I can hear the surf pounding against it.
Before Dad turns off the car, Cade is already climbing over the seat toward the door. I bet the rotten little pirate in him can hardly wait to get out and make a dash for the sea, but Dad has different plans. âNobody does anything,â he warns as he unlocks the car doors with the push of a button, âuntil everyone is unpacked and settled in.â Turning to my mom, he asks, âDid you mention the sleeping arrangements yet, Emily?â
Dadâs question barely reaches my ears before Ann blurts out, âDibs on the downstairs bedroom!â
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