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loved shoving my stuff in the closet, leaving his muddy boots on my windowsill, and doing his best to make the place smell like his nasty cologne and cigars and stale beer.
    I dropped my suitcase on the bed. Home sweet home.
    Gabe’s smell was almost worse than the nightmares about Mrs. Dodds, or the sound of that old fruit lady’s shears snipping the yarn.
    But as soon as I thought that, my legs felt weak. I remembered Grover’s look of panic—how he’d made me promise I wouldn’t go home without him. A sudden chill rolled through me. I felt like someone—something—was looking for me right now, maybe pounding its way up the stairs, growing long, horrible talons.
    Then I heard my mom’s voice. “Percy?”
    She opened the bedroom door, and my fears melted.
    My mother can make me feel good just by walking into the room. Her eyes sparkle and change color in the light. Her smile is as warm as a quilt. She’s got a few gray streaks mixed in with her long brown hair, but I never think of her as old. When she looks at me, it’s like she’s seeing all the good things about me, none of the bad. I’ve never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even me or Gabe.
    “Oh, Percy.” She hugged me tight. “I can’t believe it. You’ve grown since Christmas!”
    Her red-white-and-blue Sweet on America uniform smelled like the best things in the world: chocolate, licorice, and all the other stuff she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central. She’d brought me a huge bag of “free samples,” the way she always did when I came home.
    We sat together on the edge of the bed. While I attacked the blueberry sour strings, she ran her hand through my hair and demanded to know everything I hadn’t put in my letters. She didn’t mention anything about my getting expelled. She didn’t seem to care about that. But was I okay? Was her little boy doing all right?
    I told her she was smothering me, and to lay off and all that, but secretly, I was really, really glad to see her.
    From the other room, Gabe yelled, “Hey, Sally—how about some bean dip, huh?”
    I gritted my teeth.
    My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should’ve been married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.
    For her sake, I tried to sound upbeat about my last days at Yancy Academy. I told her I wasn’t too down about the expulsion. I’d lasted almost the whole year this time. I’d made some new friends. I’d done pretty well in Latin. And honestly, the fights hadn’t been as bad as the headmaster said. I liked Yancy Academy. I really did. I put such a good spin on the year, I almost convinced myself. I started choking up, thinking about Grover and Mr. Brunner. Even Nancy Bobofit suddenly didn’t seem so bad.
    Until that trip to the museum . . .
    “What?” my mom asked. Her eyes tugged at my conscience, trying to pull out the secrets. “Did something scare you?”
    “No, Mom.”
    I felt bad lying. I wanted to tell her about Mrs. Dodds and the three old ladies with the yarn, but I thought it would sound stupid.
    She pursed her lips. She knew I was holding back, but she didn’t push me.
    “I have a surprise for you,” she said. “We’re going to the beach.”
    My eyes widened. “Montauk?”
    “Three nights—same cabin.”
    “When?”
    She smiled. “As soon as I get changed.”
    I couldn’t believe it. My mom and I hadn’t been to Montauk the last two summers, because Gabe said there wasn’t enough money.
    Gabe appeared in the doorway and growled, “Bean dip, Sally? Didn’t you hear me?”
    I wanted to punch him, but I met my mom’s eyes and I understood she was offering me a deal: be nice to Gabe for a little while. Just until she was ready to leave for Montauk. Then we would get out of here.
    “I was on my way, honey,” she told Gabe. “We were just talking about the trip.”
    Gabe’s eyes got small. “The trip? You mean you were serious about that?”
    “I knew it,” I muttered. “He won’t