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"Goading her," I said sullenly.
"Right. You're goading Dawn and there's no reason for it. Come on. We've got this nice, tidy, big room. And we've got three days at Disney World ahead of us. It would be helpful if the two of you could get along. You'd have a much better time. So would you call a truce. Please?"
I looked at Dawn.
She looked at me.
"Truce?" I asked.
"Truce," she replied.
"Now shake on it," Claudia instructed.
Dawn and I glanced at Claudia, then at each other. Finally we shook hands. I know my hand was salty and greasy from the Fritos, but Dawn didn't say a word about it.
After we'd shaken, I started flipping TV dials again. The murder mystery was really boring.
"Kristy?" Dawn ventured. "Have you ever seen an R-rated movie?"
"Nah," I replied. "But someday I'm going to. Have you ever seen one?"
"Nah."
"Me neither," said Claudia, heading into the bathroom.
"My brother saw one once by accident," said Dawn. "He said it was no big deal."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"What a disappointment."
Dawn and I began to laugh. "I bet we'll finally see one," said Dawn, "and after it's over we'll go, 'So what?' "
"Hey, you guys!" called Claudia from the
bathroom. "Come here! There's more great free stuff."
Dawn jumped up, but I put my arm out to stop her. "I just want you to know," I said, "that I'm sorry about the way I acted. Sometimes I was being messier than usual. On purpose."
"I'm sorry, too," replied Dawn. "Sometimes I was being neater than usual. On purpose."
I gave Dawn a quick hug to show her that I really meant I was sorry, and then we joined Claudia in the bathroom.
"Look at this!" Claudia cried. "A shower cap, a shoe horn, a shoe buff, and this whole basket full of stuff Ч soap shaped like shells, shampoo, creme rinse, mouthwash, hand lotion, a sewing kit."
We explored the bedroom thoroughly then and found a local newspaper, some postcards and stationery, two ballpoint pens and Ч
"Whoa! Look at this!" cried Dawn. "How come we didn't notice this before? Look what the TV is standing on."
The TV was standing on a refrigerator. But we couldn't open it. It seemed to be locked. Next to it was a cabinet full of Ч
"JUNK FOOD!" shrieked Claudia. "Aughh! Candy bars and M&Ms and potato chips and pretzels. How do we get into this thing?"
We couldn't figure it out, so we called Watson in from the next room.
Watson took one look around, found a key which he said opened the refrigerator and the cabinet, and put it in his pocket. "Sorry, girls," he said. "I know the stuff in there looks tempting," (we hadn't even seen what was in the fridge), "but it costs an arm and a leg. I'm not kidding. It's probably two dollars for a fifty-cent bag of chips. That sort of thing. More
than what you'd pay in any store. You'll do much better getting sodas from the machine down the hall and snacks from the shop in the lobby."
"Okay," we said, feeling let down. The idea of a stocked junk-food cabinet had been very appealing.
"Watson? Can we explore the hotel?" I asked. It was five o'clock in the afternoon. We wouldn't be going to Disney World until the next day.
"Sure," replied Watson. "I don't see why not. Just be back in time to get dressed for dinner. We're going to eat at seven, and we're going to a pretty fancy dining room here, so you'll have to change your clothes first."
(We were all wearing jeans.)
"No problem," I said. "Come on, you guys."
Watson cleared his throat. "How would you feel about taking Karen and Andrew with you? They're dying to go exploring, too. Well, Karen is. Andrew just wants to do whatever she's doing."
I grinned. "No problem."
The five of us set off. We went to the lobby first. And what was the first thing we saw? Mr. Staples at the checkout desk.
"The checkout desk!" I exclaimed. "Just a
sec, you guys. I have to see what's going on."
I ran across the lobby. "Mr. Staples! Mr. Staples!" I called. "What are you doing?"
I reached him just as he was handing in his room key.
Mr. Staples looked at me in surprise. "What am I doing?" he repeated. "I'm checking out, thafs what. Going home."
"Buy why?" I pressed.
"Whole trip was a darn-fool idea," he said. "Shouldn't have come."
"But we had fun playing Donkey Kong and shuffleboard, didn't we? And I have to teU you something very important about that fight I was having with Dawn." Mr. Staples and I had discussed it several more times on the cruise, and he'd been really helpful, considering he was a slob like me. We'd talked about his wife a lot, too, and I'd thought he'd seemed a little more cheerful. "And," I went on, "my parents really liked eating dinner with you. Besides, I haven't given you Nannie's phone number yet."
"Plus," said Karen, who had joined us, "remember at dinner? You said you'd pull a quarter out of my ear? Well, you didn't do it yet."
"I thought we were going to spend some
time together at Disney World," I added, truly disappointed. "And you wanted to get Mickey Mouse ears for your grandchildren and have their names put on them."