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on top of my head, and finally put on these white sandals with long laces that you crisscross up your legs and tie in a bow.
When I was dressed, I sat at the desk and watched Dawn and Kristy. Dawn took off her nightgown, folded it, and placed it in a dresser drawer. Kristy slipped her pajamas off, leaving them in a puddle around her feet. Then she stared at Dawn, waiting for a reaction. After a moment, she stepped aside and Dawn whisked them off the floor and handed them to Kristy. "There," she said. "Are you satisfied? You wanted to make me mad and it worked, okay?" "Oh, for heaven's sake, chill out, you guys," I told them. "Kristy, grow up." Kristy stuck her tongue out at me.
That morning we ate breakfast at the Flamingo Cay Restaurant with Kristy's family. We sat at two tables — Kristy, Dawn, Karen, Andrew, David Michael, and me at one; Mr. and Mrs. Brewer, Sam, and Charlie at the other.
Breakfast at our table was just a little strained, but I forgot about our problems as soon as our orange juice was served. The waiter brought over a tray with six little glasses of juice, each one on a plate. My juice was the only one that was also on a napkin. When I lifted my glass, I saw that something was written on the napkin. It said, "I think you are beautiful." And it was signed, "A Secret Admirer." "Kristy!" I yelped. "Dawn! Look!" I showed them the napkin.
"Who could have written it?" asked Dawn.
"The waiter?" suggested Kristy.
"No way," I replied. (Our waiter was about eighty-seven years old.) Then I got a flash of inspiration. "You guys," 1 whispered, and everyone leaned forward, even the little kids. "You know who's on board the ship?
"Who?" they asked.
"Spider. You know, from the Insects. Mal-lory Pike told me so. She saw him yesterday with her own eyes." "No!" cried Kristy and Dawn.
"Yes!" I said. "I forgot all about it until right now. What if this note's from Spider? A rock star. Wouldn't that be amazing?" "It would be amazing, all right," agreed Kristy drily.
I made a face at her. Then I glanced at Dawn. Dawn wasn't listening to our conversation anymore. Her eyes were glued to something across the room. I looked where she was looking and saw a Gorgeous Guy.
I nudged Kristy and pointed to Dawn. "Psst," I whispered. "I think Dawn's on the prowl!" We started giggling and couldn't stop.
It turned out that I was right. Later that morning when the ship docked at Nassau, Dawn walked off like a zombie. "See you guys later," she said vaguely.
(Kristy's mom and stepfather had told Dawn and Kristy and me that we didn't have to stick with them. They said that Nassau wasn't that big a place, and we were old enough and responsible enough to go off on our own, as long as we returned to the Ocean Princess by five o'clock.) No sweat.
The only thing was, Dawn the zombie had her eye on Mr. Gorgeous, and Kristy seemed to want to stay with her family. I could have stayed with them, too, but I knew this was the first vacation they'd taken since Kristy's mother had married Watson. So I felt that I should leave them alone and let them be a family.
"Well," I said brightly, as our feet touched solid ground again, "I'm going shopping. See you at five o'clock!" I headed for the nearest store.
I just love to shop.
But I felt a little lonely and left out. I hadn't exactly expected to spend my first day on a tropical island alone. I guess I could have joined up with Stacey or Mary Anne and the Pikes, but I also hadn't expected to spend my first day on a tropical island baby-sitting.
I stood around in the store until I was sure Kristy and her family were gone. Then I stepped outside and took my first good look at Nassau. Little streets lined with shops twisted and turned in several directions. Palm trees and flowering plants were everywhere. The smell of the blossoms mingled with the salty air. I breathed in. Heavenly.
I wished I'd thought to bring a sketch pad with me. I could have made some terrific drawings of the beach and the people and the