Dash & Lily's Book of Dares by Cohn Rachel

Author:Cohn, Rachel [Cohn, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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(Lily)

December 26th “You’re grounded.”

Grandpa stared at me in all seriousness. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Grandpas give out dollar bills and bicycles and hugs. They don’t give punishments to grandchildren! Everybody knows that. Grandpa had unexpectedly driven back to NYC, all day and night, all the way from Florida! Once he got home, he immediately went looking for

me and my brother to check on us, only to nd my brother passed out in bed, lost under a sea of blankets and snotty tissues, and worse, his Lily

Bear not only not upstairs in her Lily pad but nowhere to be found in her own family’s apartment.

Luckily, I arrived home around three-thirty in the morning, within minutes of Grandpa’s discovery of my disappearance. He’d only had enough time to nearly have a heart attack, and to search for me inside every closet and cabinet in the apartment. Before Grandpa had a chance to call the

police, along with my parents and several thousand other relatives to instigate a full-on worldwide panic, I waltzed in the door, still breathless and

ushed from the night’s club scene excitement.

Grandpa’s rst words to me when he caught sight of me were not “Where have you been?” That came second. First was “Why are you only

wearing one boot? And dear God, is that my sister’s old majorette boot from high school on your foot?” He spoke from the kitchen oor in my

apartment, where he was lying down, trying to determine, I believe, if I was hiding beneath the sink.

“Grandpa!” I cried out. I ran to smother him in day after Christmas kisses. I was so happy to see him, and exhilarated from the night out, despite

how I’d ended it by sacri cing one of my great-aunt’s shoes to the gumshoes and neglecting to return the notebook for Snarl.

Grandpa wasn’t having my a ection. He turned his cheek to me, then went for the “you’re-grounded routine.” When I failed to meet his

pronouncement with fear, he frowned and demanded, “Where have you been? It’s four in the morning!” “Three-thirty,” I corrected him. “It’s three-thirty in the morning.”

“You’re in a world of trouble, young lady,” he said.

I giggled.

“I’m serious!” he said. “You’d better have a good explanation.”

Well, I’ve been corresponding with a complete stranger in a notebook, telling him my innermost feelings and thoughts and then blindly going to mystery places where he dares me to go….

No, that wouldn’t go over so well.

For the rst time in my life, I lied to Grandpa.

“This friend from my soccer team had a party where her band played a Hanukkah show. I went to hear them.”

“THIS MUSIC REQUIRES YOU TO GET HOME AT FOUR IN THE MORNING?”

“Three-thirty,” I said again. “It’s, like, a religious thing. The band’s not allowed to play before midnight on the night after Christmas Day.”

“I see,” Grandpa said skeptically. “And don’t you have a curfew, young lady?”

The invocation not once, but twice, of the dreaded young lady term of endearment should have put me on high fear alert, but I was too giddy

from the night’s adventures to care.

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