The Dream Club #1 by Nancy Fornataro

Author:Nancy Fornataro
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: friendship, childrens, social issues, childrens books, values, free book, kids books, ya books, clubs, ya friendships, free kids books, free ya book, free childrens, childrens books about child abuse, humerous childrens books
Publisher: Nancy Fornataro

CHAPTER 6

We arrived at my house, said hi to my Mom, and went to the teepee.

"The eighth meeting of the Dream Club is now called to order," I said, after we were all settled.

"We don't have enough, Eddie," Mary said, as she counted the money again.

"Hmmm." We sat and thought for a while.

"My Mom owes me my allowance," I said, "that will be three dollars."

"Good," Mary said, "now we'll have twenty-eight."

We sat and thought some more.

Mikey spoke. "Why don't we start a window-washing business? Old Man Faraday wants me to wash his windows, but I've been putting him off."

The idea grew in our minds. I left, asked Mom if she had window cleaner, and collected my allowance while I was there.

When I came back, the Tightwads had made this thing into a mega-business that would make us a million bucks.

"Whoa," I said, "we just need seven more dollars."

Mary gave me a dirty look. "Think big, Eddie, we still have to buy the big screen and go to Disneyland."

She had a point.

We started at Old Man Faraday's house, after we'd collected window cleaner and paper towels.

Ring, ring. He opened the door and looked shocked to see us standing there.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he said.

His house smelled funny, like someone had cooked cabbage in there and not opened a window for three years afterwards.

We told him about needing money and the window washing, and we arrived at a five dollar price for cleaning all the windows.He sat on his porch and rocked while we worked our butts off doing his windows. He was a man of few words, 'fire department' being one of them.

When we were done, Mrs. Faraday called us to come in for milk and cookies. We didn't see Mrs. Faraday out and about much. She moved around her kitchen slowly. Mom said she had arthritis.

The cookies were a little stale, but anything would have tasted good to us by that point.

"Well," she said, as we sat munching, "what are you children going to do with five whole dollars?"

Mikey choked on his cookie, and I thought, lady, do you have any idea how much sneakers cost these days? I looked at her feet. Nope, she was definitely not a sneaker wearer.

Mary spoke, "We're trying to go to Disneyland, ma'am."

I was glad she hadn't explained about the sneakers. Disneyland was something the old woman would understand.

"Why, isn't that just wonderful?" Old Lady Faraday gushed.

We finished up, and went on down the street. All together that day we made twenty dollars. Enough to get the sneakers and enough for a good start on Disneyland.

We headed for the Mall, trying to get there fast so we'd have time to drop the sneakers off at Stinky's house before dark.

Mr. Slick was still on duty at the shoe store. He ignored us again, and that really made me mad. I walked up to him. "We'd like a pair of men's sneakers, size nine."

Mary followed me and said, "The ones with the pump, please.

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