Cookies & Milk by Shawn Amos

Author:Shawn Amos [Amos, Shawn and Paul Jr., Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2022-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

Now, onward to the mailbox. I walk past a couple FOR RENT signs before I am stopped again. This time, two mothers pushing baby strollers stand in front of me. They’re both chewing gum. Their lips are glossy and pink like cotton candy. One of the mothers blows a big pink bubble. As it pops, she asks, “You got any more of those magic cookies, chico?”

I open my paper bag one more time. The Bubblegum Moms reach inside. They each take the gum from their mouths and stick it on their baby stroller handles.

“They’re so small and cute,” says one of the moms holding her cookie. The Bubblegum Moms each pop a cookie in their mouth—careful to avoid their lip gloss. Then they chew like chipmunks. And chew. And chew. They’re chewing way too much. This cookie doesn’t take that long to chew.

“I don’t know if it’s magic, but that’s a good cookie,” Bubblegum Mom One says. “And you’re so handsome in that colorful shirt.”

“It’s a dashiki,” I correct her.

“Well, whatever it is, you look handsome in it,” Bubblegum Mom Two says, smiling. “Where can we get some more of these?”

I point down the block behind me. “My dad and I are opening a cookie store just down there. It’ll be open in four weeks.”

“You got yourself two customers,” the Bubblegum Moms promise. They stick their gum back in their mouths and walk away down Sunset Boulevard. “Gracias, chico,” they say.

Jordan, the hippie surfer, the Bubblegum Moms… I’ve already found four customers, and we haven’t gotten to that part of the checklist yet. I continue my mailbox search with only a few cookies left. My hunt takes me to the edge of Sunset and the doorsteps of KIRA Radio. I bet Wishbone would like some cookies. Dad said no detours or distractions, but this is technically on the way to the mailbox. Plus, I’ve got to get some answers. I need Wishbone to tell me about the Rat Trap since Dad never will. Maybe he knows something about Melvin, too. This is the opposite of a distraction. It’s a search for clues. Before I can talk myself out of it, my feet carry me up the stairs.

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