Spell of the Screaming Jokers
“I sang as I passed the basketball to Jeff. “No cards at Max’s house today!”
We were playing hoops in my driveway. Louisa and Frankie against me and Jeff. Jeff shot the ball back to me.
“Let’s take a break,” Louisa suggested. “My ankle’s starting to hurt.”
We sat down at the picnic table by our driveway. Our house is at the top of a high, steep hill. For a minute we all gazed down at the view of Shadyside.
“Only three more days of visiting Max,” I said at last.
Jeff glanced at me. “Max is nice. Why don’t you like him?”
“I like him fine,” I protested. “I just don’t want to play cards anymore!”
I hesitated a minute. Then I said what was really on my mind. Ever since I saw Mrs. Marder in the woods, I had been thinking of a plan. Now was my chance to spring it on everybody.
“I think we have to sneak into Mrs. Marder’s house and find proof that she’s behind the jokers!” I announced.
Jeff shook his head. “Mrs. Marder wouldn’t hurt anybody.”
His attitude was really starting to bug me.
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