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Show Fair Forever 115 Chapter Twenty One The Race On Saturday I wake early and head for the kitchen. Mom isn't there. "I'm going to ride my bike to the pier," I yell. "I want to watch the end of the race." Mom enters, brushing her hair. "But you haven't had breakfast," she complains. "Not hungry." She curls her lip and crosses her arms. Rolling my eyes, I pull a knife from the drawer and peanut butter from the cupboard, and make a quick sandwich. She's still crossing her arms, so I grab a banana. "Satisfied?7' She nods reluctantly. "I'd forgotten the race was today," she says, pouting. "I . should have sponsored someone." , . . , ; ' . "I already did," I announce, and I feel my cheeks flush. "You know how much I like turtles," I explain. "Who did you sponsor?" Mom asks. She's way too curious. |
