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Another family goes by. The little girl drops her ice-cream cone. Cries.
A big group of people goes by. They are wearing matching T-shirts. They are very loud (the people, not the shirts). I think the people are retarded. Having fun. Lots of smiles.
A family goes by. Both kids crying.
(How come all the kids are crying? I check my watch. It is naptime.)
Two parents and a little girl come by. The girl's legs are in braces. She doesn't seem to care. She is saying, "Snow White's Adventure is the funnest ride here!"
This was all very interesting, and it might help improve my writing skills and sharpen my powers of observation, but it wasn't true spying. At any rate, it wasn't the kind of spying Harriet would have done. Harriet would have dug up secrets. I was just watching crying children.
I decided to find a better place to spy. Maybe I could sit down somewhere in Fantasyland next to a line for a ride. That way, I could overhear conversations. Now that would be interesting.
I headed for Fantasyland. When I got there, I realized I had just one problem. There was
no place to sit down that was near enough to a line so that I could actually listen in on conversations.
I sighed.
Then I kind of hung around lines for awhile. I heard a kid tell his father he was tired of waiting. (Big deal.) I heard a little girl say she was starved and ask for ice cream. (Is that the only thing children want to eat at Disney World?) And I heard one old man tell an old woman that he'd been through the Haunted Mansion six times. (Yawn.)
And then I saw Alexandra Carmody, the beautiful girl from the Ocean Princessl She was just as beautiful as ever, with that long, wavy hair. And she seemed to have found some friends Ч a light-haired boy who looked a little younger than she, and an older couple. Maybe the boy's parents?
Now I had something to find out about!
They joined the end of the line for Peter Pan's Flight, so I got on the line right behind them, even though I'd just been on Peter Pan's Flight that morning.
I poised my pen and opened my ears.
But for the longest time, none of them spoke.
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Maybe they were really, really tired. I capped my pen again.
Spying can be a bore.
Finally the boy said, "Hey, Mom, remember when you read Peter Pan to us?"
So the man and woman were the boy's parents Ч or at least, the woman was his mother.
"I certainly do," the woman replied fondly. "Captain Hook scared you two so much you had nightmares. Remember, Alex?"
Alex? I didn't get it. The woman was talking like she was Alexandra's mother. But Alexandra wasn't supposed to have any parents.
"Oh, don't remind me, Mom!" Alex cried. "Hey, Daddy Ч " (She tugged at the sleeve of the man's shirt.) " Ч I made you hide my alarm clock. Remember? I said it scared me as much as it scared Captain Hook."
"Some big sister you were," the boy added, but you could tell he was kidding. "You were more scared of everything than I was."
Mom, Daddy, big sister!
Boy, what a liar Alexandra was! She told Mary Anne she was an orphan Ч that her parents had been killed Ч and here she was with her parents and her brother.
Just when I thought I'd had all the surprises I could handle, I noticed that a couple in front of Alexandra's parents, who were about the same age as the Carmodys, were whispering and nudging each other. Every so often, they'd turn around to look at Mr. and Mrs. Carmody.
I couldn't tell whether the Carmodys saw them or not Ч but they couldn't help but notice when the woman finally said, "Excuse me, but are you Viv and Vernon Carmody?"
Now why did those names sound familiar?
The Carmodys smiled graciously. "Yes, we are," said Alex's father.
"Oh, I have to tell you!" the woman exclaimed. "My husband and I are your biggest fans. We have been for years. Are you performing here at Disney World?"
I listened and gawked and scribbled notes. I figured out who the Carmodys were Ч a man and wife singing team who were popular with people my parents' age and older. I knew I'd heard their names before. I think Mom and Dad even have one of their albums.
But, boy, was I left with a lot of questions. The biggest one was, why was Alexandra such a liar? I couldn't wait to find Mary Anne and tell her what I had learned!
Mary Anne.
What a day our first day at the Magic King dom was. I was exhausted. I thought the Pike kids wore Stacey and me out when we went to Sea City, but that was nothing compared to a day at Disney World. My feet ached, my back ached, and my head ached. I'd been on Space Mountain twice, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad three times, and I'd stood on miles of lines. Then Kristy had called a club meeting for right after dinner. And ever since we'd met the Pikes at Cinderella Castle that afternoon, Mallory had been bugging me about some thing. She kept saying she wanted to talk to me, but that we had to talk in private.
"Okay," I said. We were back at the hotel and I was rummaging around in my suitcase, looking for aspirin. "We'll talk when I get back from the club meeting. Your mom gave Stacey
and me an hour and a half off, so I'll talk to you right before we go to bed."
"What about Vanessa?" asked Mallory.
"We'll wait until she's in the bathroom. You know she takes forever. Is that okay?" I asked.
Mallory nodded.
"Great," I said. But I was wishing that I could just fall into bed, go to sleep right then, and not get up until the next morning. Or maybe the next afternoon.
Instead, I dragged myself to the club meeting. Stacey dragged along with me. She was as tired as I was.
The meeting was held in the room Kristy, Claudia, and Dawn were sharing. When we entered, I drew in my breath in surprise. Their cabin on the ship had looked like the back end of a garbage truck. But their hotel room looked like, well, a hotel room. It was reasonably neat. There were no clothes lying around. There were no M&M wrappers on the floor or cracker crumbs on the desk. And Dawn and Kristy were actually smiling Ч at each other.
"Hi, you guys!" called Kristy as we entered the room.
"Hi," we replied.
"Whaf s the matter?" Claudia asked us.
"We're exhausted," said Stacey.
"We're fea&y-sitting," I reminded them crossly.