The Secret of Willow Ridge by Helen H. Moore

Author:Helen H. Moore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
ISBN: 9781936290383
Publisher: Central Recovery Press, LLC
Published: 2011-05-09T00:00:00+00:00

8

A NEW DAY

GABE OPENED HIS EYES. The sun was already way up in the sky. He had slept a long time. He looked around his room. His robots were lined up on his dresser where he had left them the night before last. His space helmet with the special built-in microphone was looking at him from the top of his toy box. All the clothes he usually left lying around the floor and draped across his desk had been put away. A breeze blew the curtains at his window, and he could hear birds. Nice morning, he thought, and got up to get dressed. He knew where he wanted to be today—outside!

In the bedroom next door, Mom was helping Izzy. “Ouch,” he could hear Izzy complaining. Mom must be brushing her hair. What a baby, he thought, smiling to himself as he opened his bedroom door. He began to tiptoe out into the hallway. Wait a minute,” he told himself. Dad's not here. I don't have to tiptoe! He almost yelled with happiness. He could slide down the banister into the downstairs hallway, too!

“Mom,” he called back up when he reached the bottom of the stairs, “I'm going outside!”

“Take your jacket,” Mom called down to him. She sounded happy.

“G-a-a-b-e,” called Izzy, but he didn't wait to hear any more. I watched her yesterday, he thought, forgetting that it had only been for a few minutes. He forgot about never wanting to see Willis again, too. Gabe grabbed a cereal bar and ran outside, letting the door bang behind him, barely slowing down to look for cars before running across the street to call for Willis.

He practically jumped up the three steps of the McTeagues' porch and thumped on their front door. “Wil-lis,” he called out.

“Come in, Gabe,” said Mrs. McTeague, opening the door for him, looking amused. “What's the emergency?”

“Nothing,” Gabe answered. “I just…” But just then Willis appeared behind his mother, clutching a softball. “Hi,” he said. “Wanna see the fish I caught yesterday?” He dropped the ball, which rolled across the living room floor and began to run into the garage, ready to show Gabe his catch.

“Willis McTeague,” said his mother. “Put that ball away first.” Willis made a face.

“Okay, okay,” he said, chasing the ball across the living room floor. Then he and Gabe made their way into the garage.

Mr. McTeague was there, doing something useful-looking at his workbench. The garage was neat and organized, with pegboard covering two walls and all kinds of tools hanging from it on hooks. “Hey, Gabe,” said Mr. McTeague. “What are you guys up to?”

“I want to show Gabe the fish I caught yesterday,” said Willis.

“I wanna see the fish,” said Gabe, nodding. Willis's mom came and stood in the doorway, a cup of coffee in her hand. “Let's all get another look at that fish, hon,” she said to Willis's dad, winking.

“Of course,” said Mr. McTeague. “Every good fisherman knows that bragging about your catch is almost the best part

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