The Perilous PoolBolting up the basement stairs, Pete said, “What is it?” He hoped it would be quick, so he could continue reading. He smelled hairspray as he walked into the kitchen, where his mother stood, patting her stiff brown curls.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said, pulling a box from her purse.
Pete wasted no time opening it. “Oh, wow! A smartphone!”
His mother was beaming. “That’s right, and with all the wonderful features, we should have no trouble keeping in touch. I want you to take good care of it, so I can know where you are at all times.”
That was what she wanted. Pete wanted to use the phone to call up maps, so he could go exploring. He spent the next half hour entering passwords, phone numbers, and other information into his phone. There were many features to try.
