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freakishly hot. However, before she could say anything to Kara, her friend turned to her, her eyes wide and full of concern.
    â€œSo, did she read your mind and find out about the djinn thing?”
    â€œShhhhh.” Sophie instantly forgot about the weather as she held her finger up to her mouth, since not only was her mom a mind reader, but she had supersonic hearing as well, and you could never be too careful. Finally, they were far enough away. “But no, there was absolutely no mind reading at all. Perhaps she’s losing her powers? And even better, Mr. Rivers rang up and said everything was spotless, which means it worked.”
    â€œYes, but I’m still not sure about this, Soph.” Kara wrinkled her nose. “I’ve been thinking about the djinn—”
    â€œShhhhh,” she said again as she caught sight of Harvey loping toward them. His face seemed a bit browner from his trip to Florida but apart from that he looked pretty much the same. His nut-brown hair was still flopping into his eyes, while his long skinny frame seemed to get longer and skinnier by the second. In fact if Sophie had any idea of just how tall he would grow when she’d first met him five years ago, she probably would never have become friends with him since now he only made her look even shorter.
    â€œSo,” he said the minute he reached them both. “Soph, did your mom read your mind and find out about the djinn thing?”
    Sophie immediately turned to Kara and raised her eyebrow. “What happened to not telling anyone?”
    â€œHarvey isn’t just anyone,” Kara protested. “And anyway he was worried about you as soon as he heard you were babysitting at Mr. Rivers’s house. He said he’s got weird body language.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with his body language?” Sophie demanded while rolling her eyes. The other thing about Harvey was that he was a bit of a geeky genius who liked to understand how things worked. And since his folks were on the brink of divorce, he’d started reading a book called
Be Your Own Body Language Expert
so he could figure out what had gone wrong. It was fair to say that both Sophie and Kara were heartily sick of that book.
    â€œWell, I’m not exactly sure,” Harvey admitted as they all started to walk toward the bus stop. “But when we were visiting your mom in the store the other week Mr. Rivers was doing some very odd stuff with his hands. According to the book it either means he has an eating disorder or is a serial killer. You should probably tell your mom to get another job and definitely don’t do any more babysitting for him. Better safe than hacked up into a million pieces.”
    â€œHarvey.” Sophie groaned. “That’s crazy. And it’s also the exact reason why I didn’t want Kara to tell you what happened because I knew you would only worry.”
    â€œAnd rightly so, since while I might not have been quite right about the serial killer thing, there is obviously something strange about him if he has an orange djinn living in his basement. Basements are bad.”
    â€œBut he wouldn’t have even known the djinn was in there. You tell him, Kara.”
    â€œIt’s true, Harvey.” Kara gave an earnest nod of her head. “The djinn said that once the owner dies, the bottles are just passed on to people who don’t have a clue what’s in them. He probably just thought the bottle looked pretty and that he could sell it in his store for lots of money.”
    â€œI still don’t like it.” Harvey shook his head so that his hair again went flying into his eyes.
    â€œWell, there’s nothing to like or unlike about it,” Sophie reminded them both as the yellow school bus pulled to a halt in front of them and everyone started to pile on. “It’s all over and done with now and the important thing is that I got my jeans back and my mom never lost her