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swear you were trying to get rid of us,” Mom said.
    “Of course I’m not trying to get rid of you,” I answered. “It’s just I know you have lots of work to do, and if you don’t finish it now you’ll have to finish it tonight, and then you can’t join us for dinner … that’s all.”
    “That’s very sweet.” She came over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek and a hug. She did the same to Nick. “I’ll see you two later tonight. Be good, and be safe.”
    The acting chief nodded good-bye and the two of them left the stable. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Would you do me a favour?” I asked Nick.
    “Depends. Is it easy?”
    “It’s simple. The next time you start to talk about us going away to camp and the things that happened — don’t. Just keep your mouth shut.”
    “Come on, Sarah, I didn’t say anything I shouldn’t have.”
    “You were close. There’s lots of things it’s better Mom doesn’t know, and even worse … don’t talk around that guy.”
    “Why not? He’s seems like a pretty good guy.”
    “Just don’t! Okay?”
    Nick shrugged. “Sure. It’s not like I’m going to be running into him every day or anything.”
    “Thank you. Now let’s go back inside and I’ll make us both some breakfast.”
    “Now you’re talking, Sarah.” We left the barn and started toward the house when I heard the sound of somebody driving up the lane.
    “Do you think they forgot something?” Nick asked.
    “I don’t know. I just wish they’d both go away and —”
    I stopped mid-sentence. Driving up the lane, slowly, was a gigantic tractor trailer truck.

Chapter 3
    Nick and I stared as the gigantic truck came to a stop with a loud huffing of its air brakes.
    “Who is that and what does he —”
    Mr. McCurdy popped his head out of the driver’s side window of the rig! He had on a baseball cap, his grey hair sticking out from under it in a thousand different directions. He was wearing his special driving glasses — special because they helped him see, but also because they were pink women’s cat’s-eye glasses, covered in rhinestones, which he’d bought at a flea market.
    “Sarah! Nick!” he yelled, waving to us.
    Running to the side of the truck, we looked up — way up — to where he sat. He opened the door and started to climb down. He looked so small against the massive truck. I was afraid he might fall, so I tried to get underneath him and catch him if he did.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked.
    “I live here, remember?”
    “Of course, but —”
    “I just asked you to watch my house for a few days, not move in for good!”
    “I … I mean, I just wasn’t expecting you back at least until tomorrow, or even a couple of days from now.”
    “By the time I got there, Vladimir had already gotten a lot of the work done. There wasn’t much left for me to do but load the animals in the trucks.”
    “Trucks? As in more than one?” Nick asked.
    “Like one plus one. Vladimir is driving the second. He should be here soon.”
    “But where did you get these trucks from?” I asked.
    “I called in a couple of favours. I still know a lot of people in the circus business, so I borrowed a couple of rigs.”
    I looked at the side of the truck. In big, bold letters it said BICKFORD BROTHERS CIRCUS. Underneath the words was a gigantic picture of a tiger jumping through a flaming hoop.
    “Do you think Buddha could do that?” Nick asked, gesturing to the picture.
    “Look closer at that picture,” Mr. McCurdy said.
    “Is that … is that Buddha?” I stammered.
    “Can’t you tell?” he asked. “That was in his younger days.”
    “But I thought the circus you worked for went out of business,” I said.
    “It did, so they sold off the equipment, including this truck. The Bickford Brothers left the picture but painted out the name of that circus and added their name.”
    Nick stared up at the graphic. “Wow, that’s amazing! I didn’t know Buddha could do