"Charlotte, did
you send Jinx to get Ford, tell him the news? Or would you like me to run up to
the old fishing hole and get him?" Mr. Zephyr said, when they came down
after the final trip, hauling the last set of bookshelves.
"Oh, you'd
better believe it," Gram said. "That boy wasn't in so much a hurry to
get out of town that he'd overlook something like that." She chuckled and
gestured with her tray of lemonade and fresh sugar cookies, out onto the porch.
We all settled down. Doni curled up next to Gram on the three-seater swing with
one of her new books.
"Get out of
town?"
"Senior Prank
Night." I took my usual spot on the steps with my back against the big
support pillar Uncle Jinx had carved to look like dragons had wrapped around
it. The other pillar had unicorns chasing each other around and around up to
the top.
"Oh, joy."
He shared grins with Mr. Carr. “Forgot about that.”
"What's Senior
Prank Night?" Doni asked, and sprayed a few crumbs from her mouthful of
sugar cookie.
It was kind of nice
to see she was a normal little kid in some aspects.
We explained about
the long-standing tradition in Neighborlee for graduating seniors, on the first
Wednesday of June, to play some extravagant prank. Sort of to leave their mark
on the town before they headed off into adulthood. If they survived. Some
members of the police and fire departments, and teachers spent Senior Prank
Night on patrol. They tried to head off any pranks that got out of control, and
prevent expensive or long-term damage to people, places, and things.
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