RKPJAM_Jamestown

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in Jamestown. Was Courtney in trouble with Amy? Was Alex in trouble with his dad? And was his dad, Joe, in trouble with the law yet? Suddenly, Christina had an idea! She had forgotten that she had a cell phone with her in her backpack. Mimi had given it to her to use “only in emergencies.” Surely this was enough of an emergency, Christina thought. When everyone went to the “necessary house”—what the colonial Williamsburgians called the bathroom!—Christina looked up the number for Historic Jamestowne and dialed it. When the receptionist answered, Christina said, “May I speak to Joe the archaeologist, please?” At first, the woman was deadly silent. In fact, Christina thought she must have hung up on her. Then finally, the woman stammered, “I’m sorry. Joe is unavailable. I mean he is not here. Well, what I really mean to say is…he’s been arrested!” Christina was so stunned that she dropped the cell phone on the ground. A friendly man in a tricorn hat and big, baggy breeches reached down and picked it up and handed it to her. “Thank you,” Christina stammered. The man nodded and strode off on his rounds to light 83

the gaslights. When Christina put the phone back to her ear, she realized that the line was dead; she had been disconnected. Grant was the first to zoom out of the nearby bathroom and back to the bench where his sister sat. “Who are you calling?” he demanded. “Mimi said that phone’s only for emergencies, you know.” “I know,” said Christina in a soft voice. “And it’s an emergency all right! I called Joe—he’s been arrested!” Grant’s eyes grew big; his mouth fell open. “You mean like in jail? The calaboose? The brig? Stockade? Wow! I never knew anyone who was arrested.” “Grant!” Christina said. “It’s not funny. It’s Joe, remember? Your friend. Alex’s dad. We’re supposed to be helping them.” “But we’re trapped in Williamsburg,” Grant said, sadly. “And we’re just kids, so what do we do next?” As they sat there looking down and out, instead of upbeat about a great vacation treat like visiting Williamsburg, Mimi came out of the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “You two look like you just lost your best friend.” Before Christina could stop him, Grant blurted, “We did, Mimi, we…OW! CHRISTINA, WHY 84

the gaslights. When Christina put the phone back<br />

to her ear, she realized that the line was dead; she<br />

had been disconnected.<br />

Grant was the first to zoom out of the nearby<br />

bathroom and back to the bench where his sister sat.<br />

“Who are you calling?” he demanded. “Mimi<br />

said that phone’s only for emergencies, you know.”<br />

“I know,” said Christina in a soft voice.<br />

“And it’s an emergency all right! I called Joe—he’s<br />

been arrested!”<br />

Grant’s eyes grew big; his mouth fell open. “You<br />

mean like in jail? The calaboose? The brig? Stockade?<br />

Wow! I never knew anyone who was arrested.”<br />

“Grant!” Christina said. “It’s not funny. It’s<br />

Joe, remember? Your friend. Alex’s dad. We’re<br />

supposed to be helping them.”<br />

“But we’re trapped in Williamsburg,” Grant said,<br />

sadly. “And we’re just kids, so what do we do next?”<br />

As they sat there looking down and out, instead<br />

of upbeat about a great vacation treat like visiting<br />

Williamsburg, Mimi came out of the bathroom.<br />

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “You two look<br />

like you just lost your best friend.”<br />

Before Christina could stop him, Grant<br />

blurted, “We did, Mimi, we…OW! CHRISTINA, WHY<br />

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