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“Well HA HA!” Grant said. “I’m laughing AT you!” When the others looked puzzled, Grant pointed behind them. Suddenly a big spray of water hit them! A wash truck was hosing down a nearby plane and the glistening spray arched right over onto Mimi’s, Papa’s, and Christina’s heads. They squealed. “Feels good and cool,” Christina insisted, but her brother did not believe her. “Messed up my hat!” Mimi groused. She always wore a hat. “Maybe they could hose down the Mystery Girl while they’re at it,” Papa said hopefully. He hated for his little red and white airplane to get dirty. But the water stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. A young man in khaki pants and vest came running up to them. “I’m so sorry!” he insisted. “Really! I didn’t mean to get you all wet. Are you ok?” “I am,” said Grant, hands on his hips, swaying back and forth smugly. Christina warned him, “He who laughs last laughs… well, I forget how that saying goes, little brother, but it means beware!” “These grouchy little varmints are my grandchildren,” Papa said. “Don’t worry about the 15
water, well, except for the hat maybe?” He gave Mimi a hopeful look. Mimi grinned and stuck out her hand. “I remember you. You’re Joe. I met you on Roanoke Island. I’m Carole Marsh, and if the only bad thing that happens to me on this trip is that my hat gets wet, well, I can handle that.” Joe looked relieved. “Of course, I remember you, too, Carole.” He shook hands all around. “Whew!” he said. “I’m so glad I’m not in trouble with you guys. Can I buy you some iced tea or something to make up for the uh, unexpected shower?” “Sounds like a winner!” said Papa, who never met a stranger, and they all headed for the terminal. Lugging their rolling backpacks behind them, Grant and Christina followed the adults. “Hey, Christina,” Grant said, pointing up ahead. “What’s all that stuff that guy has hanging from his pants? Is he a mechanic or something?” Christina walked faster and looked at the gear dangling from the man’s belt and cargo shorts’ pockets. At first she thought it looked like gardening stuff—a trowel, a measuring tape, a magnifying loupe, and a cloth bag with a drawstring. She looked at the man’s long knee socks and chunky shoes. He also wore a pith helmet like people wear 16
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water, well, except for the hat maybe?” He gave<br />
Mimi a hopeful look.<br />
Mimi grinned and stuck out her hand. “I<br />
remember you. You’re Joe. I met you on Roanoke<br />
Island. I’m Carole Marsh, and if the only bad thing<br />
that happens to me on this trip is that my hat gets<br />
wet, well, I can handle that.”<br />
Joe looked relieved. “Of course, I remember<br />
you, too, Carole.” He shook hands all around.<br />
“Whew!” he said. “I’m so glad I’m not in trouble with<br />
you guys. Can I buy you some iced tea or something<br />
to make up for the uh, unexpected shower?”<br />
“Sounds like a winner!” said Papa, who never<br />
met a stranger, and they all headed for the terminal.<br />
Lugging their rolling backpacks behind them,<br />
Grant and Christina followed the adults.<br />
“Hey, Christina,” Grant said, pointing up<br />
ahead. “What’s all that stuff that guy has hanging<br />
from his pants? Is he a mechanic or something?”<br />
Christina walked faster and looked at the<br />
gear dangling from the man’s belt and cargo shorts’<br />
pockets. At first she thought it looked like<br />
gardening stuff—a trowel, a measuring tape, a<br />
magnifying loupe, and a cloth bag with a drawstring.<br />
She looked at the man’s long knee socks and chunky<br />
shoes. He also wore a pith helmet like people wear<br />
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