Lizzy and the Good Luck Girl by Susan Lubner

Author:Susan Lubner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Running Press
Published: 2018-11-05T16:00:00+00:00

“He’s hiding in a wall!” Joss announced when we got back to the classroom.

“Probably because he doesn’t want to wear a dumb sweater,” Cooper said.

“Cooper!” Zoe yelled at him.

“I better notify the principal and let her know there’s a missing cat,” Ms. Santorelli said.

“Is Lizzy in trouble?” Zoe asked.

“Of course not. Not at all. And don’t worry, Lizzy,” Ms. Santorelli said as she put her arm around my shoulders. “He’ll come out.” Then she smiled at me just like Elle had when she had asked about the baby. It was a little too wide, and she was not saying, but was probably thinking, hopefully.

“He needs to come out now,” I said. My voice sounded shaky. “The classroom will be full of students soon. He’ll be scared.”

“Try not to panic, sweetie,” Ms. Santorelli said. “Worst-case scenario, he’ll wait until the coast is clear. He won’t stay in there forever.”

“I need to tell my mom. I told her to come get Smoky by nine thirty. I have to tell her he’s gone.” I pulled out my phone and texted her the bad news.

“Don’t worry, Lizzy,” said Joss. “He’s probably just having fun. Remember how he likes to jump in and out of closets?”

“That’s weird,” Cooper said. “Why does he do that?”

“Because he does, okay?” Joss said, splaying her hands out at him. “What’s it to you?”

“We need food,” I said. “He’ll come out to eat.”

“I’ve got a turkey sandwich,” Zoe said. “I can buy lunch if someone lends me money.”

“You kids, keep your lunches. I brought a turkey sandwich today, too,” Ms. Santorelli said. “We’ll put some of the meat on a plate and leave it in the computer room.”

“Maybe he’s too nervous to be hungry,” Cooper was saying. “What if he doesn’t come out? What if he can’t get out?”

“He just finished being a lost cat,” I said. I blinked fast so the tears I felt pooling wouldn’t spill out.

“Let’s leave the food and see what happens,” my teacher said.

Sandwich specials of the every-other-day-or-so were always popping into my head at random times. But there was nothing random about where my brain was going with this one. Right smack in the middle of two tons of worry, it was all about Smoky. Smoked Black Forest ham, a ring of pineapple, swiss cheese on a dark rye bagel. What else would I call it but the Black Hole?

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