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Jenna up to? Natalie wondered.
    Once the door was shut behind the group, she had her answer. Something began to scratch around inside the trunk. Alyssa covered her mouth and took a step back. Natalie joined her, while Grace rapped on the side of the trunk.
    “What’s in here?” she demanded. “Hello?”
    “I think you girls better stand back while I call 911,” Natalie’s mother said, turned to go to the phone in the kitchen.
    “Mom, no!” Natalie cried anxiously.
    “It might be a crazed lunatic from an insane asylum,” her mother said, wringing her hands. “We can’t be sure.”
    “No way,” Natalie said. Then, “You think?”
    But before Natalie’s mother could reply, the trunk popped open!

chapter FOUR

    Jenna herself jumped out!
    Her trademark blue Bloom eyes danced as she cried, “Surprise!”
    “Jenna Bloom! You maniac!” Natalie shrieked as she threw her arms around her nutty friend. The others hugged her too, laughing at her amazing prank.
    Then Jenna turned to Natalie’s mother and high-fived her!
    “Good job, Ms. Goode!” she said.
    “Thanks.” Natalie’s mom grinned at the three astonished girls.
    “You were in on this?” Natalie asked, amazed.
    “Natalie, do you really think I would bring a strange, person-sized trunk into our house unless I was reasonably sure what was inside it?” her mother asked, giving her one of those mom-looks.
    “I guess not,” Natalie said; then as her mother raised her brows, she added, “I mean, no way! No way would you do that! And me, neither.” She thought a minute. “Did Mr. Bartok know, too?”
    “Of course. I called him from the car. It was our prearranged signal.”
    “Mr. Bartok watched for you. And then I climbed into the trunk right before you guys drove up,” Jenna explained.
    “You are evil ,” Natalie teased her mom. Wow, her mom was so cool!
    “ I knew it was Jenna,” Grace announced. “I was just playing along.”
    “Oh, right .” Alyssa elbowed her in the side. “You were freaking out!”
    “I was not!” Grace insisted.
    “Girls, girls,” Natalie’s mother said. As they quieted, she looked at Natalie. “Why don’t you show the girls around? I’m going to check my messages and then we’ll get everyone settled.”
    “This way, please,” Natalie said with a sweep of her arm. “The grand tour will begin!”
    Grace, Alyssa, and Jenna followed her into the large living room, which was filled with graceful wood antiques and vases filled with flowers. The drapes were open, revealing the dazzling brilliance of New York City at night.
    Hundreds—thousands—of lights twinkled in thousands of windows. Some of the skyscrapers were decorated with elaborate bands of neon, or banks of colored floodlights.
    “Oh my gosh,” Grace murmured. “Natalie, it looks like a fairyland.”
    “Very magical,” Alyssa agreed. “I want to paint this. I’ll use silver paint and lots of jewel tones.”
    “Come and see the rest,” Natalie urged them.
    She took them past the guest bathroom and padded down the hall. The walls were papered in a delicate red overlaid with splashes of gold, very elegant and dramatic.
    The first door on the right was her room. Taking a deep breath, she opened it and escorted them in. What would they think?
    “Natalie, wow ,” Grace said breathlessly.
    Natalie’s lacy canopy bed stood against the far wall. Her white antique dresser and desk formed a U, and her computer and printer took up most of the surface of the desk. A bulletin board crisscrossed with dark blue ribbons held tons of photographs, including at least a dozen from camp. There were shots of her bunkmates, and one of her and Simon.
    “Hey, I took most of these,” Jenna said, gazing at them.
    “They’re really good,” Alyssa told her, peering at them. “Nice composition.”
    Jenna blushed. “Thank you.”
    “Wow, here’s your dad,” Grace said, pointing at a row of publicity stills, and then more natural poses of her dad, Natalie,