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“You bet!” said Mimi, giving her granddaughter’s silky, chestnut-colored hair a tousle. “I’m the Exclamation Mark Queen!” She looked down at Grant who was fingering the corner of the invitation. He looked very serious. “What’s wrong, Grant?” asked Mimi. Even standing on the curb, Grant was small. His blue eyes seemed the biggest part of him. He looked up at his grandmother. “Well, for one thing, Aunt Emma sure uses a lot of letters instead of words. What does ASAP stand for?” Christina knew that one. (Of course, she always did!) “It means As Soon As Possible—right, Mimi?” “That’s right,” said Mimi. “You can say A-S-A-P, or say it like a word—asap.” “Then I hate to be a sap and ask the next question,” said Grant with a sigh. “What’s that?” asked Mimi. “There are no dumb questions, you know.” Grant slid off the curb, looking littler than ever. “It’s not the question that bothers me . . . it’s the possible answer. I mean what is a big BM?” Mimi laughed. “Not what you apparently think it means! The BM is the Boston Marathon. It’s the biggest deal in Boston each year. People come from all over the world to run in this race.” 153
“Oh,” Grant said with a grin. He looked relieved, and so did his sister. “So it’s like the Peachtree Road Race on the 4th of July?” “Sort of,” said Mimi, folding the note and stuffing it back in its envelope. “Only the Boston Marathon is the oldest marathon in America, so it’s really special. It has an incredible history!” Christina and Grant grabbed one another and groaned. Oh, no! When Mimi said the word history, they knew they would be in for a big, long tale of everything about everything. But not this time. She ignored her grandkids’ dramatic groaning and headed up the driveway for the house. Christina chased her, running beneath the overhang of magnolia limbs over the azalea-lined path of pink and purple blooms. “Are we going?” Grant chased Christina. “Wait up, you two!” he pleaded. He took a shortcut across the wide green lawn, weaving (against Mimi’s rules) through the forest of pampas grass spewing fountains of white, feathery spikes. “Are we going?” he begged. 154
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“Oh,” Grant said with a grin. He looked relieved,<br />
and so did his sister. “So it’s like the Peachtree<br />
Road Race on the 4th of July?”<br />
“Sort of,” said Mimi, folding the note and<br />
stuffing it back in its envelope. “Only the Boston<br />
Marathon is the oldest marathon in America, so it’s<br />
really special. It has an incredible history!”<br />
Christina and Grant grabbed one another and<br />
groaned. Oh, no! When Mimi said the word history,<br />
they knew they would be in for a big, long tale of<br />
everything about everything. But not this time. She<br />
ignored her grandkids’ dramatic groaning and<br />
headed up the driveway for the house.<br />
Christina chased her, running beneath the<br />
overhang of magnolia limbs over the azalea-lined<br />
path of pink and purple blooms. “Are we going?”<br />
Grant chased Christina. “Wait up, you two!” he<br />
pleaded. He took a shortcut across the wide green<br />
lawn, weaving (against Mimi’s rules) through the<br />
forest of pampas grass spewing fountains of white,<br />
feathery spikes. “Are we going?” he begged.<br />
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