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but . . .”
    Judy was making a tiny cast out of oogey wet newspaper. “Look, if you keep quiet, I’ll let you help me.”
    “It’s a deal!” said Stink.
    Stink and Judy finished putting the cast on one of the doll’s legs. When it dried, they painted it white and signed it with lots of made-up names. After that, they made a sling for another doll, with a scrap of cloth. On a different doll Doctor Judy put tattoo Band-Aids from her Band-Aid collection all over its legs, arms, and stomach.
    “Double cool!” said Stink.
    Last but not least was a rag doll made of cloth. Judy took a pink marker and drew a scar from the doll’s neck down to her bellybutton. Then she drew a red heart, broken in two. With black thread, she stitched the broken heart back together, hiding it under the doll’s hospital gown.
    “Just like that girl Laura!” Stink said.
    When she was finished, Judy propped up all the dolls in a row on her bottom bunk and stood back to admire her work. She set her own doll, Hedda-Get-Betta, next to them.
    “Wow, you made them look really good!” said Stink.

    A little later Judy packed all the dolls into a box and secretly mailed them back to the hospital. Without a return address, no one would ever know that she was the one who had stolen the dolls.
    It’s like a real doll hospital,
thought Judy. She, Judy Moody, was on her way to being just like First Woman Doctor, Elizabeth Blackwell.

On Monday morning Mr. Todd asked, “Where’s Frank today?”
    “Absent,” said Judy.
    “Oh, that’s right. I heard that he broke his finger. Does anybody know how it happened?”
    “It’s a looooooooooooooooooong story,” said Judy.
    “As long as a centipede!” said Rocky.
    “I heard Judy Moody stepped on him!” said Adam. “CRACK!” He bent his finger back like it was breaking.
    “Okay, okay. We’ll ask Frank all about it when he gets back.”
    “He’ll be back tomorrow,” Judy said.
    Judy looked at the empty desk next to her. Without Frank, there was no one to snort at her jokes. Without Frank, she spelled
barnacle
with an
i
. Without Frank, she had nobody to tease about eating paste.
    To make matters worse, all morning Jessica Finch kept inching her desk a little closer, a little closer to Judy.
    “Is that the elbow that was in the paper?” Jessica asked.
    Judy drew a mad face on her famous elbow and pointed it at Jessica.

    “Hey, Judy? Want to come over to my house after school?” asked Jessica. “I could show you my glow-in-the-dark spelling posters.”
    “Can’t,” said Judy.
    “Why not?”
    “I have to feed Jaws, my Venus flytrap.”
    “How about tomorrow?”
    “I feed it every day,” said Judy.
    “How about after you feed Jaws?” asked Jessica.
    “Homework,” said Judy.
    The truth: by Friday Judy was almost bored enough to go to Jessica’s. Rocky had to stay at his grandma’s after school for a week because his mom was working late, and Frank could hardly do anything with a broken finger.
    Too bad she had finished operating on all the hospital dolls so quickly. Making a cast was the best!
    If only she could try making a bigger cast, on a human patient. But who? Stink would not let her near him with wet oogey newspaper.
    Judy looked back at Jessica Finch. Maybe she did not look like a Pinch Face. Maybe she did not look like an aardwolf. Maybe she looked like . . . a doctor’s dream. The perfect patient!
    “Hey, Jessica,” Judy asked, “how would you like to get your arm in a cast?”
    “It’s not broken,” Jessica said.
    “Who cares?” said Judy. “It’s just for fun.”
    “Sure, I guess. Does this mean you’ll come over? I can show you my spelling posters.”
    “How does today after school sound?” asked Judy.
    When Judy got to Jessica Finch’s house, the two girls went up to Jessica’s room. Judy looked around. All she could see were pigs. Pink pigs. Stuffed pigs. Piggy banks. A fuzzy piggy-face rug. Even Jessica’s bed looked like a pig wearing a pink