There's a Bat in Bunk Five by Paula Danziger

Author:Paula Danziger [Danziger, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Published: 2006-03-23T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Woodstock, only eight miles from camp. Here we come.

“Do you have to sit all the way at the other side of the car?” Ted asks. “I promise to keep both hands on the steering wheel.”

I move closer to him and look at the scenery.

He says, “I think you’re going to like Woodstock.”

“Corrine says there are some great places to shop. Do you like to shop?”

“Sometimes. When it’s places I want to go and my mother’s not along telling me what I should buy.”

I continue to look at the scenery.

“So what do you really want to be when you grow up?” I ask and giggle. Giggling’s truly catching. A regular plague. By the end of the summer I’ll probably turn into a laughing hyena.

He says, “A set of Tinker Toys. And what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I want to be a kumquat.” I don’t even know what a kumquat looks like. I just like the way it sounds.

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “But if the job market’s tough and there are lots of kumquats out looking for work, I guess I’ll be a novelist.”

“I want to be a doctor, if I can’t be a set of Tinker Toys. And no matter what, I always want to be able to play music.”

We grin at each other.

Getting into town, I see how small the shopping area is. I’m used to the shopping malls around my house. Ted parks behind the bank, and we walk to Tinker Street. There are lots of people around. Folks are sitting on the village green, talking, playing instruments, looking around, resting. Some of them look like pictures of the sixties, long hair, headbands. Some are wearing jeans, long skirts, dresses, shorts. It looks like anything goes when it comes to dress. Everyone looks summery. Comfortable. No one is wearing a prom dress. Corrine was right.

Ted holds my hand. “Come on. Let’s start at the library and work our way down.”

We walk along, swinging our hands and looking at everything.

The Woodstock Library is a wonderful little building, one story, made of wood. It looks like a house that elves could live in.

“Let’s go in,” I say. “I love books.”

“Me too.”

We walk up the path. People are sitting all over the lawn, reading and talking.

We enter. It’s great, real homey with librarians who smile and offer to help.

“I wish I had a card here, even though I don’t have much time to read,” I say.

“There’s a bookstore farther up,” Ted says. “We can stop there.”

As we leave, I hear one of the librarians talking to someone about the fair that’s going to be run later on in the summer. Rummage sale, games, plays, good stuff like that.

We walk up farther.

There are lots of great stores, beautiful jewelry, clothes.

“Here we are,” Ted says. “The Golden Notebook.”

In we go. I love the place. It’s got natural wood, books all over, piled up on the floor, shelves practically up to the ceiling. By the nature section there’s even a real spider weaving a web.

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