CHAPTER ELEVEN
I waddled out to Velma. Watson panted with excitement at the prospect of going for a ride. My guilt over criticizing Mom’s healthy pancakes made me eat two servings. I felt like an overripe blueberry ready to burst. I heaved myself into the van and vowed to try one of Juliet’s wacky cleansing juice fasts the next day to recover.
I decided to check out all the hoopla with the press. As I turned on to Oakwyn Street by Longfellow Park, I slowed Velma to a crawl. Juliet hadn’t exaggerated. There wasn’t one parking spot as far as I could see. News vans with station logos and mini satellite dishes on top and cars with out-of-state tags littered the side streets around the park. One enterprising soul even parked their van on the sidewalk. I pulled into a space a few blocks from t
