“Benny insisted, as they worked in Aunt Jane’s vegetable garden the next day. “I think so, too,” said Jessie, shaking the dirt from the roots of a weed. Henry nodded. “We’ll tell Ray about it the next time we see him.” “I’m sure it’d be easy enough to change the script,” Violet added. Henry sat down on a rock. “Wow, that afternoon sun sure is getting hot,” he said. “I vote we cool off in the pond.” “I second that!” said Jessie. “Let’s clean up here, then we can change into our swim suits.” As th...ey put the garden tools away in the shed, Henry noticed that Jessie’s gaze was fixed on the old typewriter. “What is it, Jessie?” he asked. “I was just wondering how Tricia knew about Alice’s typewriter,” she said. “That it wouldn’t print w at all, I mean. I’m sure no one mentioned it.” Henry, Violet, and Benny had thought nothing of it. But now they wondered about it, too. “That is weird,” said Violet. Jessie nodded. “Tricia must have met Alice.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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