All the Wrong Questions 02.5 File Under - 13 Suspicious Incidents Part 1 by Lemony Snicket

Author:Lemony Snicket [Snicket, Lemony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction / Family / General (See Also Headings Under Social Issues), Juvenile Fiction / Mysteries & Detective Stories, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues / Adolescence
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2014-03-31T22:00:00+00:00

The conclusion to “Walkie-Talkie” is filed under “Through the Window,” here.

BAD GANG.

This is an account of an eventful weekend I had unchaperoned. I was unchaperoned because S. Theodora Markson decided to leave one Thursday morning to visit her sister, who lived in a charming cottage out in the country with a beautiful garden and a darling teacup collection and no little boy underfoot to muck up everything and ruin their fun. That was me. I was going to stay by myself all weekend and not make any trouble and maybe she would bring me a teacup as a reward if I did.

“That’s all right,” I told her. “You don’t have to steal your sister’s teacups on my behalf.”

Theodora glared at me and put her suitcase in the back of her roadster, which was parked crookedly in front of the Lost Arms. My chaperone drove around in a green car that was so dilapidated I was afraid it would fall apart every time someone touched it. “I expect you to be good and follow all the rules of our organization.”

“It’s against the rules of our organization for the chaperone to take a vacation and leave her apprentice all alone,” I said.

“You sound like a person who doesn’t want a brand-new teacup.”

“Most people sound like that,” I said, but Theodora just shook her head and put on the leather helmet she always wore when driving, which captured her wild hair about as well as a handkerchief would capture a swarm of eels. She was a curious sight, S. Theodora Markson. She always was, and I was always curious about her.

“What does the S stand for?” I asked, over the ragged sound of the engine.

“What?” she shouted back.

“What does the S stand for in your name?”

“See you Sunday!” she said, and puttered off. I watched her go and then waited a sensible amount of time in case she forgot something and had to come puttering back. She didn’t. I went back up to my room, and I’m not ashamed to say I did a little dance. It was the sort of dance you do when you’re finally alone in your room. It was a short dance, and I had plenty of time to head on over to the library and read as long as I liked.

That was Thursday.

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