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in NYC soon. I drove separately into the city for a physics seminar at NYU and I offered to bring her trunk to the reunion for her because, as you can see, it’s very large. There was no room in my dad’s car to stow it.
    Have a fun weekend! Don’t let Jenzilla take over New York!
    Matt Bloom

    “Jenzilla. He’s the brother who sent her all those wacky bumper stickers,” Alyssa said, reading the note over Natalie’s shoulder. “He has her same goofy sense of humor.”
    “There’s probably something goofy in here,” Natalie guessed. “Like Jenna’s own private collection of bowling balls or something.”
    “Just as long as it’s not something dangerous,” her mother said. She tested the locks. “Hmm, I can’t get it open.”
    “You want I should find screwdriver?” Mr. Bartok suggested. “Or locksmith?”
    “We can probably manage,” Natalie’s mother said, examining the trunk. “There are wheels set into the base. We can just roll it into the elevator and take it on into our apartment.”
    “I’m not thinking is good idea,” Mr. Bartok announced.
    “It’ll be all right,” Natalie assured him and her mother. They looked dubious. She was a little dubious, herself. Jenna had pulled some awfully wild pranks in her day.
    “Okay. Then let’s take it on up,” Natalie’s mother decided.
    Mr. Bartok began to push it, gesturing for the others to precede him. “Please to go in, ladies.”
    Natalie, Grace, Alyssa, and Natalie’s mother walked into the elegant mirror elevator. There was plenty of room for the trunk and the luggage cart.
    Mr. Bartok hesitated, then carefully guided the trunk over threshold. The large piece of luggage rattled as it rolled over the narrow gap in the floor.
    “I will come with you,” he said.
    “We can handle it, Mr. Bartok,” Natalie’s mother assured him.
    He hesitated, grunted, and stepped reluctantly back out of the elevator. He anxiously pulled on his moustache as the door closed. Then Natalie’s mom keyed in the code to their restricted floor, and the elevator whooshed upward.
    “Jenna’s up to something,” Grace whispered to Natalie. “There’s probably a bunch of live animals in this thing. And when you open it, they’re going to go crazy all over your apartment.”
    Natalie’s mom looked worried and said, “Nat, do you think that’s true?” Grace jerked and made a little uh-oh face, and Natalie guessed that Grace had thought her mom couldn’t hear her.
    “No way. Jenna learned her lesson at the social.” She blanched, realizing she had never told her mother that story. “It’ll be okay,” she quickly added.
    The elevator stopped at the penthouse level and the doors opened. Natalie and her mother wheeled the trunk toward Natalie’s front door while Alyssa and Grace pushed the luggage cart.
    Just then, Mrs. Goldberg, who lived across the hall, opened her own front door and peered out. She wore a lot of makeup and her white hair was gelled into spikes that stuck straight up.
    “Oh, it’s you,” she said pleasantly. “Hello, girls.”
    “Hi, Mrs. Goldberg. These are my friends,” Natalie said. “The ones who are spending the weekend. Well, the first batch, anyway.”
    “Hey, we are not cookies,” Grace intoned, and the others grinned.
    Mrs. Goldberg studied the trunk and the luggage cart. “That’s a lot of clothes for a weekend. They must be fashion models.”
    Grace and Alyssa hid their giggles.
    Natalie’s mother said, “Mrs. Goldberg is the neighbor who’ll be available in case you have an emergency.” Natalie’s mother was going out later. She and Natalie had permission from the other girls’ parents for them to stay in the apartment while she was gone, as long as they promised to check in with Mrs. Goldberg if there were any problems.
    “It’s nice to meet you,” Alyssa said.
    Natalie’s mom unlocked their front door and pushed it open. Then she pulled on the trunk as Natalie pushed on the other side.
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