Hello There, Do You Still Know Me?. Laurie B. Arnold

Hello There, Do You Still Know Me? - Laurie B. Arnold


Скачать книгу
ection id="u2ec0fa5b-41c9-53fe-b032-2c12faca7c6d">

      

image

      To my sons, Jordan and Dylan, who have shown me the meaning of true magic.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

       CHAPTER TEN: Astral Airlines

       CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Flying Deathtrap

       CHAPTER TWELVE: Into the Amazon

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Hot on the Trail

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Baby Troubles

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Into the MegaPix

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Truth or Consequences, 1994

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Grandma Daisy

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: My Kid-Mom

       CHAPTER NINETEEN: Mom’s Florida Problems

       CHAPTER TWENTY: Mike

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Outfoxing Walter Brinker

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Let’s Make a Deal

       CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Hatching a Plan

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Scavenger Hunt

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: Grandpa Jack’s Key

       CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: The Mysterious Ring

       CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Grandma Daisy’s Fanny Pack

       CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: The Rules of Magic

       CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: The Not-So-Great Stake Out

       CHAPTER THIRTY: Missing

       CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Searching for Mom

       CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: The Attic

       CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: Finding Mom

       CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: Violet

       CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: Walter Brinker

       CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: The Fiesta Parade

       CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: Chasing Down Leroy

       CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: Back to Costa Rica

       CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Miracle Movers

       CHAPTER FORTY: The Miracles of Magic

       CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: Surf’s Up!

       ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

       About the Author

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

       Surf’s Up!

      I paddled my surfboard hard past the churning whitecaps as Leroy yowled on the beach. My dog went bonkers when I surfed. Maybe he was worried something bad would happen, but I’d been riding the waves every day since early June when I arrived here in Costa Rica. All I’d ever gotten was one nasty cut on my foot from a piece of spiky orange coral.

      “Ride that one! It’s perfect!” my best friend Violet shouted from the shore.

      “Not perfect enough!” I yelled back as I let the wave roll by.

      My friend Noah crouched on the hot-cinnamon sand. His messy brown hair flopped over his freckled forehead as he held Leroy back by his collar. Whenever I surfed, my dog had a habit of plunging into the ocean in his noble attempts to “save” me.

      Leroy and I were spending the summer in Jacó, Costa Rica, with Rosalie Claire and her husband, Thomas. Most afternoons, Thomas took a break from his work at the inn and taught me to surf.

      Violet and Noah had arrived late yesterday in San José. Rosalie Claire and I drove an hour and a half through the electric-green countryside along a narrow, twisty highway


Скачать книгу