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cutest. Plus, he’s little and doesn’t drool all over everything.”
    â€œMelvin can’t help it if he drools!” Brooke said. “That’s so mean of you not to like him just because he drools. Would you hate me if I drooled?”
    Aly could not believe they were having this argument. “Of course not,” she said. “You’re my sister. I’dlove you no matter what. Even if you drooled everywhere. And besides, it’s not just the drooling. Melvin is huge.”
    â€œWould you hate me if I were huge?” Brooke asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
    â€œBrooke!” Aly couldn’t help yelling a little. “What I think about you is different from what I think about a big, drooly dog!”
    Brooke’s voice grew louder and louder. “I’m going to make sure that Melvin gets the best sweater and the best collar and the best pet-icure of all the old-timers. And then Mom and Dad will love him, and it won’t even matter what you think.”
    â€œJust you wait.” Aly could not stand the idea of Melvin being the best-looking dog on Adoption Day. “I’m going to make sure Sparky is the handsomest dog there. And Mom and Dad will love him , and then Melvin will go home with another family.”
    Brooke stood up. “Take that back!”
    â€œI will not,” Aly said, getting up herself and grabbing her pajamas out of her dresser.
    Brooke stormed across the room to her own dresser and took out her pajamas, too. “And one more thing,” she said, pushing her now-unraveled hair back over her shoulder. “You did the worst braid tonight. It already fell out.” She started crying.
    Aly couldn’t believe it. Brooke had turned her head before Aly had been able to put an elastic at the bottom. She marched over to where she’d left Brooke’s brush on the floor and threw it on Brooke’s bed. “Maybe you should brush your hair yourself from now on.”
    Brooke glared at her. “Okay!” she shouted. “I will.”
    Aly climbed into bed and grabbed a book off her night table. At times like these, she wished she had her own room.

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Golden Delicious
    F or the next two days Brooke and Aly spoke to each other only when they had to discuss the polish-a-thon. They each led different teams of friends around to hang up posters in town, and even though they still had to share their bedroom, Brooke brushed her own hair and did her own braid at night. It wasn’t as good as the ones Aly did for her, but at least it kept her hair out of her face when she slept.
    Before the girls knew it, it was Sunday morning. Mom marched into their bedroom, pulled up theshades, and announced, “Happy Polish-a-Thon Day! Rise and shine!”
    Aly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “Happy Polish-a-Thon Day,” she grumbled.
    â€œI just got an e-mail saying that the Auden Herald is sending a reporter to the salon today, and the local TV channel might even have cameras there. This is going to be great for business. Thanks for coming up with this idea, girls.”
    â€œTV!” Brooke said, jumping out of bed, her hair flying behind her. “We’re going to be on TV?”
    â€œMaybe,” Mom said. “It’s not definite.”
    But Brooke didn’t seem to be listening anymore. “I’m going to wear a dress! The one with the ruffled skirt that’s the same color as Magical Mystery Tour. And maybe Aly can fishbone-braid—” Brooke looked at her sister. “Never mind. I’ll just wear it in one long ponytail.”
    Aly thought about offering to braid Brooke’s hair for the polish-a-thon, but then she changed her mind. Brooke still hadn’t apologized. Aly hadn’t apologized either, but Brooke was the one who had started the Melvin vs. Sparky fight.
    As Brooke got dressed, Aly pulled on her favorite long purple T-shirt and paired it with green leggings and