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record for me.
    When my brain grew sleepy, Frankie picked up where I left off, reading in the flickering candlelight which, let me tell you, is not the greatest light to read by.
    In those pages we found out that Lucy’s mother, Mrs. Westenra, was freaking out about her and was expected to arrive any time. Also, Dr. Seward was writing about Lucy to some of the other characters: Arthur Holmwood, the guy Lucy was engaged to, and Arthur’s American buddy, a dude named Quincey Morris, the third and final person who had wanted to marry her.
    Besides getting a whole bunch of new names to keep track of, it wasn’t the best part of the book, either, since it was all about how Lucy felt good, then bad, then good, then bad.
    Finally we both started to yawn.
    Of course, yawn. It had been a really long time since we had hopped on Harker’s carriage in period two. I had no idea what time it was. Or even whether it was the same day we had left the library.
    For some reason, it almost didn’t matter. We were in this story now. What was going on back home—wherever that was—didn’t seem as important or probably as interesting as what was happening right here and now in Whitby.
    Besides, I was fairly sure we would find the zapper gates when we needed to get home. It would probably be at the end of the story that we would find them.
    I hoped we would find them. We had better find them!
    Just then I heard a strange rumbling sound and shot straight up in my chair. “Frankie, did you hear that?”
    She opened one eye. “It was coming from the direction of your stomach.”
    I looked down. The rumbling happened again. “It is coming from the direction of my stomach. And judging by how thick the rest of the book still is, I’m guessing there’s a lot yet to happen. So I’ll need my strength to get through it. I’m going munchie hunting.”
    â€œIf you find food, blow a trumpet,” she said.
    â€œIn the meantime, be Lucy your only eyeballs!”
    While Frankie took a quick peek at Lucy, I tiptoed around the house searching for something to nosh. To my surprise I found another whole character downstairs.
    She was in the kitchen at the back, a nice, plump lady in a long dress, hat, and coat. She was pacing back and forth, muttering to herself. Thinking she was waiting for someone to bring her into the action, I decided to help her get some lines to say.
    â€œHey, lady, I’m Devin,” I said, giving her a little wave. “What’s your name?”
    â€œI am Mrs. Westenra, Lucy’s mother,” she said.
    â€œWow, her mom. Yeah, we read about you,” I said.
    â€œI’ve just arrived. It was so quiet, I didn’t want to disturb my Lucy, but how is she feeling, the poor dear?”
    I felt bad. Her mom had to know the truth, but it was really hard to say. “Lucy’s … um … so-so.”
    â€œSo-so what?”
    â€œSo-so not so good. But on the plus side, Professor Abraham Van Helsing’s on the case. He’s got this really big accent so he sounds very smart.”
    She seemed to take some comfort from that and sat down at the table. “I wish I could help her,” she said. “Perhaps I’ll make her something to eat—”
    Rrrr . It was like my stomach actually heard that word.
    â€œUm … did you say eat? As in eat food?”
    â€œWhy, young sir—you’re hungry!” she said, springing up and tying on an apron covered in a whole menu of food stains. “Oh, I can whip up something for you, poor darling. What would you like?”
    I happily named all my favorites, but she had never heard of peanut butter, corn chips, waffles, pizza, or cheese in a can, so I went for something simple. “Spaghetti?”
    Mrs. Westenra beamed. “I know that one! Now, all I have to do is find some pasta, tomatoes, cheese, onions, peppers, garlic …”
    Already my mouth started to water.
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