The Boy Who Knew Too Much by Commander S.T. Bolivar III

Author:Commander S.T. Bolivar, III
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2016-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

“IT’S TRUE,” CAROLINE SAID THE NEXT morning at breakfast. Her dark hair was even more tangled than usual, rising up in a snarl above her head. “I am really good at distractions. It’s a talent actually.”

“Well, we need to borrow your talent,” Mattie said and then thought for a moment. He wasn’t thinking very fast. Staying up all night had made his brain muddy. “Actually, we need to borrow some tools too. Like a couple wrenches or heavy-duty screwdrivers.”

“Borrow?” Caroline squinted at them and ate a mouthful of salad. “Are you going to give them back?” she asked through half-chewed lettuce.

Mattie squirmed. When she put it like that…“No,” he said at last. “We’re not.”

Caroline brightened. “Oh, then you mean steal some tools. My mother says you should always be specific. You might want to remember that, Mattie.”

Eliot spoke before Mattie could. “Do you know where we can get some or not?”

“Ugh, why are you so grouchy?” Caroline pushed a bit of carrot under her sweater. It was awfully disgusting until Mattie realized it was for Beezus.

Then it was only sort of disgusting—or possibly more disgusting.

“And I do know where you can get some tools,” she continued. “But I’m not telling you.”

Eliot made a spluttering noise. “Why not?”

Caroline glared at him. Mrs. Hitchcock and her clipboard walked past them, eyeing everyone’s tray. Caroline gave the teacher a wide smile. “And that’s why I’ve resolved to be good from now on!” she said loudly.

Mrs. Hitchcock made a notation on her clipboard and kept moving. Caroline turned back to Mattie and Eliot. “I’m not helping because you only talk to me when you want something,” she said.

Mattie blinked. “That’s not true.”

“Not you,” Caroline said, looking at her brother. “Him.”

“It’s totally true,” Eliot said, and thought about it for a moment. “Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

Mattie and the Spencers wheeled around. Doyle. He was standing right behind them, only inches from Eliot.

Mattie gulped. How had he not heard Doyle approach?

Worse, how much had Doyle heard?

“Uh, Doyle,” Eliot stammered. “How you doing?”

“Fine.” Doyle’s eyes slid to Caroline. “Muffin?”

The clone shoved a basket of muffins under Caroline’s nose and waggled it. Mattie wanted to ask where Doyle had found a basket and then realized he also wanted to know where Doyle found the eggs, flour, and pumpkin spice for the muffins.

Caroline leaned across the table to get a closer look at Doyle. She studied his shoes, his uniform, and, finally, his face.

Doyle didn’t seem to mind the attention, but he also had no idea Caroline was looking at him with the same focus she usually reserved for Beezus.

He also didn’t seem to notice Caroline held her fork like she just might be tempted to stab something.

Caroline dragged her eyes down to the basket and took a great big sniff. “Pumpkin?”

“Yes,” Doyle said with a smile so wide Mattie could see the backs of his teeth. They were alarmingly white.

“Where did you get the muffins?” Caroline asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Or, possibly, reminding Beezus to stay put.

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