“Hurry, Molly!”
said Antonio. “Here comes the poodle driving the BMW!”
I
bolted from our house, looking up and down the street. “Where?” I
asked my big brother.
“You
just missed him."
“How could I miss an eight-foot, white poodle steering a car?”
“Molly,
you need special eyes to see him. Huoda Lauda
eyes.”
“How
can I get Huoda
Lauda eyes?”
“You can’t,” Antonio said. “They’re only for boys.”
“Oh
yeah?” I pressed my nose against the bay window. “I’m not moving until I see that poodle. I don’t need special eyes.”
“Molly,
look!” Antonio tugged at my shoulders.
“A soccer team is playing upside down reading cookbooks!”
“What?”
I screamed. I dashed out the door. “Where?” I searched everywhere. I squinted to
see down the street.
“Don’t
be too hard on yourself, Molly.”
Antonio pointed to his eyes. “Remember, you need Huoda Lauda eyes.”
“There
must be some way girls can get those eyes.”
Antonio
grinned. “Nope. Sorry, sis.”
Later,
I hid behind the couch watching Antonio glance around the room. “Good,
no sign of Molly,” he said. Then he yelled, “Look, Molly. A marching band of polka dot elephants trumpeting cotton
candy!”
I
zoomed to my bedroom, grabbed a piece of cotton candy, and strolled over to Antonio.
I pulled off a chunk.
“Where’d
you get that?” he demanded.
“From
a trumpet.” I let the sugar melt on my tongue.
Antonio’s
jaw dropped. “But I made it all up! “
I
smacked my lips. “This tastes real!”
I
showed him a cookbook. “The soccer team gave me this after their game. And Pierre, the poodle, promised me a ride later.”
Antonio’s
eyes grew big. “How did you know?” he demanded.
“I got a pair of Huoda Lauda glasses.” I smiled and sauntered off eating cotton candy.
