Taffy Sinclair 007 - Taffy Sinclair and the Secret Admirer Epidemic by Betsy Haynes

Author:Betsy Haynes [Haynes, Betsy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-09-07T23:45:13+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

I grabbed my notebook and went racing off to Mark Twain Elementary. I took my notebook along because I didn't know how many pieces of paper I would have to use before I got the note typed without any mistakes. I couldn't just run a slash mark through wrong letters the way Keith had done my notes. Mom's note would have to be perfect.

When I got to the Media Center, Mrs. Birney, the librarian, was shelving books. She looked surprised to see me, but she smiled and waved for me to come in.

"Would it be all right if I used the typewriter for a few minutes?" I hoped she wouldn't ask me what I was going to type.

Fortunately, she didn't. She just nodded and smiled again.

As soon as I rolled a sheet of paper into the typewriter, I had a terrible thought. It was regular, lined notebook paper. Grown men who wrote secret admirer notes to beautiful women wouldn't use lined notebook paper. They would use expensive stationery. Maybe even stationery that smelled like perfume. I sighed and looked at the paper in the machine. It was all I had. Not only that, I couldn't afford to go out and buy expensive stationery that smelled like perfume. My own stationery at home had kittens on it. Grown men would never write secret admirer notes to beautiful women on stationery with kittens on it, either.

I sighed and started to type. The first mistake I made was forgetting to capitalize D and P in "Dear Pat." I wrote "dear pat." I made a face and pulled the paper out of the machine. Then I rolled a second sheet in and started again. This time I got all the way to "noticing" before I made a mistake. I was glad Wiggins wasn't there to see that I forgot to drop the e off "notice" before adding the "ing."

By the time I finally finished, I had used six sheets of paper. Typing was pretty hard. I didn't know how Mom did it all day long. I put the note into my notebook and thanked Mrs. Birney as I left. It was getting late. I would have to hurry to get home and plant the note in the mailbox before Mom got there. I wished that I could mail it, but I didn't have a stamp. Plus, I was too anxious for Mom to get it. I couldn't stand to wait a day or two for it to go through the mail.

I was almost to the front door of the school when I heard someone call my name. It was Mrs. Winchell, the school principal, and when I turned toward her, she was smiling. "Hi, Jana. What are you doing at school so late?"

"I just needed to use the typewriter in the Media Center." I liked Mrs. Winchell. For a principal she was pretty nice. Besides that, she was Christie's mother, and Christie was one of my best friends.

"I hear that you got a note from a secret admirer.

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