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jeans. By the way, Max called this morning, and he wanted to say how pleased he was with the job you did. Apparently, you left the place spotless and even Ryan said that, for a babysitter, you were okay.”
    â€œReally?” Sophie, who was just in the process of pretending to eat one of the pancakes, looked up in surprise.
    â€œYes, really,” her mom said before narrowing her eyes. “Why? Were you expecting him to say something else?”
    â€œNo. Of course not.” Sophie quickly shook her head since she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth (though, to be honest, at her height she would be lucky to look a gift horse in the kneecaps). Anyway, gift horses aside, if Mr. Rivers hadn’t said anything and if her mom hadn’t done any freaky mind reading, then it meant she was totally in the clear.
    And her mom was right about the jeans as well. Sophie did look different in them, and despite yesterday’s adventure, there wasn’t a speck of dirt on them and they seemed to fit even better than ever. Perhaps she should let her new jeans get kidnapped more often?
    â€œOkay then.” Her mom simply nodded as she headed back over to the kitchen counter where she ran some water into the sink. Once upon a time they’d had a dishwasher, but it had broken last year, and they hadn’t been able to afford a new one. “And actually, Sophie, while I’ve got you here, there’s something else I wanted to talk to you about. You see—”
    However, before she could finish, Sophie caught sight of Kara’s head peering through the back door, and so she quickly jumped to her feet.
    â€œHey, Mrs. Campbell. Meggy.” Kara stepped inside and gave them both a broad smile.
    â€œKara!” Meg brightened immediately; if there was one thing Sophie’s baby sister loved more than shark documentaries (why couldn’t she just be normal and watch Hannah Montana like everyone else?), it was Kara. Whenever she visited, Meg tended to become Kara’s shadow.
    â€œHi there, Kara.” Sophie’s mom smiled back. “I’ve just made some breakfast for the girls, and there’s still plenty left if you’re feeling hungry.”
    â€œOh, thank you.” Kara politely started to head for the table (she didn’t like Sophie’s mom’s cooking any more than the rest of them, but she had better manners). However, before she could sit down, Sophie stepped in front of her and started to drag her back to the door. She loved her friend dearly, but as well as being sweet and kind, Kara was a blabbermouth of epic proportions, and even though Sophie had sworn her to secrecy, she didn’t want to put it to the test.
    â€œActually, Mom, we’ve got to go.”
    â€œOh.” Her mom looked up from the frying pan (where she appeared to be chiseling away the burned remains of the pancakes). “Perhaps you could wait a minute because I really did need to speak to you. And you haven’t had your breakfast yet.”
    â€œI’ll eat it on the way,” Sophie lied as she grabbed one, at the same time giving a little prayer of thanks to the Universe that she’d remembered to put some spare granola bars in her bag yesterday. “Besides, we’re meeting Harvey down at the corner, and we don’t want to be late for our first day.”
    â€œI do,” Meg chimed up before pouting. However, everyone ignored her.
    â€œOkay, I guess we can talk later. Remember to enjoy yourself,” her mom said as she turned her attention back to the frying pan.
    â€œWe will,” Sophie said as she practically pushed Kara through the door. The minute they stepped outside, Sophie wiped her brow in relief, while at the same time congratulating herself for changing her fitted long-sleeved blouse for a short-sleeved pale green T-shirt. Despite the fact yesterday had been a dull fall day, today the temperatures were soaring. In fact, it was