Promises! by Karen Tayleur

Author:Karen Tayleur [Karen Tayleur]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Capstone
Published: 2014-10-18T00:00:00+00:00

“The Thornton family,” said Dad cheerfully.

How to RUIN a Sunday in one easy step. Invite Rose Thornton over for Sunday lunch. Dad and Mr. Thornton were good friends. Dad was always finding ways for the Thorntons and the Baxters to get together.

“Suddenly I’m not so hungry,” I mumbled as the doorbell rang.

“Please answer the door, David,” said Dad as loud banging began on the door.

Bec and Joe followed me. I opened the door. I got a whack on my shin from Gran’s walking stick. She’d been using it to bang the door.

“I’ve been out here for at least twenty minutes,” she complained. “Does that doorbell work?” She peered at Joe and Bec like they were some interesting bugs. “Don’t you two have a home?” she asked.

Joe laughed a nervous LAUGH and Bec sneezed. Joe and Bec were used to Gran’s weird ways.

Then Gran BARGED in and shoved a large, brown paper bag at me, saying, “Take this. Your mother tells me you’re in an election. We’ll talk later.” Then she sailed into the kitchen. Her stick didn’t even touch the ground.

I looked inside the bag. It was just some old blue coat with lines on it. I left it on the floor.

“Let’s go to your place,” I whispered to Joe, but it was too late.

The Thorntons had pulled up in their SHINY new car. Mrs. Thornton waved at us.

“Hello there,” she called out cheerfully. Mrs. Thornton has this way of talking to me like I’m three years old.

I waved back.

Things were going pretty smoothly. Mom had made a roast, which is one thing she can cook. Rose Thornton sat between her mother and Zoe. Joe, Bec, and I sat at the other end of the table. Rose had spent most of the time before lunch texting friends on her cellphone. The only person she talked to was Zoe.

“Zoe, Rose tells me you design your own clothes,” said Mrs. Thornton.

I felt my insides freeze. Rose probably knew about the dress. But Rose just kept eating and didn’t look up. I prayed Zoe wouldn’t say anything stupid. She didn’t . She just talked about her sewing class.

“Well, I think that’s wonderful,” said Mrs. Thornton. “It’s a pity you don’t have time to design a victory dress for Rose.”

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