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Grace’s bed.
    They tiptoed down the stairs. One stair, two stairs, three stairs . . . creak. Creak! CREAK!
    â€œShhh,” Grace said quietly, her finger over her mouth.
    â€œI’m trying. You’re being loud, too.”
    â€œHello? Girls?” Grace’s mom called. They could hear Mrs. Galapagos’s steps getting closer to the stairs.
    â€œCome on,” April said, walking faster.
    She has to stay in the kitchen. If she stays in the kitchen, she can’t see me digging through her purse on the dining room table. She would have to walk really close to the doorway to see me digging through her bag. April’s stomach churned and did flips.
    They reached the bottom of the stairs. April’s heart thumped so loudly she put her hand on it, hoping that would slow it down. Grace turned as her mom passed through the kitchen doorway, and quickly walked to meet her mother before she entered the dining room. April slowly strolled behind her.
    â€œMom, do weee . . .” Grace cleared her throat to stop her voice from cracking. “Do we have any juice?” She looked at the refrigerator.
    â€œOh, yes. Would you girls like some?” Her mother turned around and walked farther into the kitchen, with Grace behind her. As her mother turned her back, Grace whipped around to look at April. Wide-eyed, she dramatically pointed toward the purse on the dining room table.
    April narrowed her eyes on the bag. Her heart thumped harder and harder with each step she took. She straightened out her glasses and closed her mouth. Her lips were chapped from breathing through her mouth. She swallowed hard. She licked her lips. April opened the purse.
    Please, oh please let it be where Grace said it would be . . . Is it here? Side pocket, right?
    April heard Grace and her mother talking in the kitchen.
    â€œYes, please,” Grace said, standing right behind her mother.
    Her mother opened the refrigerator. “Would you like apple or white grape?”
    â€œUmmm. I don’t know. Uh, oh yeah, and can April sleep over?”
    â€œDid you ask your mom if you can sleep over, April?” April heard Mrs. Galapagos ask loudly.
    â€œOH! I’ll take WHITE GRAPE and um . . . April is apple’s favorite. I mean, I mean, apple is April’s favorite.” Grace chuckled.
    â€œUh, ok.”
    April heard the refrigerator door close. She heard footsteps coming back toward the dining room.
    â€œApril did you talk to your mo—”
    â€œOh, Mom! Can, um, can we, um . . .” Grace muttered.
    The footsteps stopped. “Sweetie, are you okay?” April heard Mrs. Galapagos ask.
    â€œYes . . . yes . . . I’m fine,” Grace said nervously.
    â€œYEP!” April jumped into the doorway so they both could see her, a smile plastered on her face. “I asked my mom. She said ‘yes’ as long as you say okay.”
    Grace smiled back and took the juice boxes from her mom’s hands. “Thanks, Mom. So, can she? Please, please, please?”
    â€œSure,” her mother said, bending down to give Grace a kiss on her forehead.
    â€œThanks!” said Grace.
    The girls ran up the stairs, into Grace’s room, and closed the door behind them.

fourteen

    The girls were both breathing heavily from running up the stairs. “I . . . got it,” April panted. She bent over to pull up the leg of her jeans and slid down her pink sock. She grabbed the phone and stood up.
    â€œTa-da!” She tried to smile and catch her breath at the same time. “How awesome . . . am I?”
    Grace took the phone. “OK . . . fingers crossed that this works.”
    April crossed her pointer and middle finger, then her ring finger and pinky. “Yep.”
    â€œHi Abbey,” said Grace as she texted, “can April and Austin stay over for pizza and a sleepover?” Grace hit send