Chapter 10
“Becca!” Mikey woke me up by jumping on stomach and dropping a newspaper on my face. “Your movie’s at the movies!”
“What the...?” I clawed my way out of paper prison while Mikey jumped onto the coffee table.
“Hey, get down from there,” my uncle scolded him. “It isn’t safe.”
“Rebecca, no more sleeping on the couch,” my aunt said from the kitchen. “You have a perfectly good bed in your room.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say perfectly good,” Uncle Flip reasoned. “Acceptable, maybe. Particularly if you were a logger in the depression era.”
Two days had gone by since I’d set foot in my bedroom, and despite our daily swims in the lake, I was starting to stink enough to put me off myself. In fact, I could almost smell my armpits stronger than the bacon Aunt Libby was frying up.
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