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Show Pepperrrint Monday She wasn't altogether sure it wouldn't work. After we left Grandma's, Andrea asked me what I was going to use for the science fair. "Dandelion jam," I said with confidence. "You can't. Grandma Ruby turned you down and you don't know the first thing about making jam." Her eyes were big and round. Ma didn't make much jam. Andrea knew I didn't have any experience. Mrs. Carson made a lot of jam, dull flavors compared to Grandma's, but at least Andrea knew a little bit about it. Mrs. Carson had seven kids though, and the twins were still babies. She never had much time for any of Andrea's projects. Helping me was out of the question. "Grandma will change her mind. She just needed time to think about it." "I hope for your sake you're right. You deserve to win something at the science fair." Andrea didn't say anything about her cat eating my past project, but she sounded guilty. I didn't bring it up either. It was still a sore spot. Those little chicks had been special to me. Russ and I went for another walk that night. We went right before the sun went down, so it was a short one. I didn't have much of a chance to hunt dandelions, but I knew they were out there waiting. I still had a week to work on Grandma Ruby and the jam. That wasn't much time, but I'd do it. Grandma wouldn't fail me. Russ talked about a little western fox Jake had found and cured. He'd cut his paw on something and couldn't even walk on it. Jake had taken him right in his house and bandaged the paw. He let him sleep on his bed in the day and fed him from a bottle until he got his strength back. I had learned not to bring Jake down in Russ' eyes, so I didn't talk bad about him. I |