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"How about the Three Little Kittens?" suggested Adam, snickering.
"Or the Three Little Pigs?" said Jordan.
"No!" cried Vanessa.
"They're just teasing you," Mal told her gently.
The phone rang then, and Vanessa dashed for it, crying, "That's probably Haley! I bet she and Charlotte have a good idea for our costumes."
"Big deal," muttered Adam.
A few moments later, Vanessa reappeared. "Charlotte and Haley are coming over."
"Goody," said Jordan. "Just what we need. More girls."
"Enough," Mallory told him warningly.
The cheerleaders holed up in the bedroom that Mal and Vanessa share. They talked for almost an hour about costumes. At last they
ran down to the rec room, looking very excited.
"We know what we're going to be! We know what we're going to be!" cried Charlotte, who doesn't usually get very noisy.
"What?" asked Mal, quite interested.
The girls looked at each other and grinned. Then they said in unison, "The Three . . . Stooges!"
Mal tried (successfully) not to laugh. "The Three Stooges?" she repeated.
"Yup," said Haley.
"And," added Vanessa, "we're going to go trick-or-treating together. The Three Stooges costumes will be for Halloween, too. Now I don't have to worry about what a poetess looks like."
"Boy," said Adam enviously. "We should have thought of that. The Three Stooges would be perfect costumes for triplets."
"You can be The Three Stooges, too, if you want," said Vanessa generously.
"No way!" exclaimed Jordan. "Not if the idea is already taken by girls."
The girls ignored Jordan's comment. They found the TV Guide and began looking through it to see if any Three Stooges programs were going to be on soon. They wanted to copy the
costumes of Larry, Moe, and Curly. The triplets returned to their spook-house preparations.
In the backyard, Nicky yelled, "Home run! All right!"
The afternoon was, Mal and Jessi agreed, a fun one.
Chapter 8.
At first, I couldn't figure out why my friends were looking so astonished. Finally Mary Anne stood up and whispered in my ear, "The clock, Kristy."
It was Monday afternoon. The seven BSC members were gathered in Claud's bedroom. As usual, I was sitting in the director's chair, visor in place, pencil over one ear. What had astonished everybody was that the clock had changed from 5:29 to 5:30 and then to 5:31 — and I had not said a word. I had not called the meeting to order. I was just sitting in the chair, staring into space.
"Oh. Oh, um. Order, everybody," I said hastily. I paused.
"Kristy, are you all right?" asked Stacey.
"Yeah. I just forgot to start the meeting, that's all."
"You forgot to tell me to collect dues, too," said Stacey. "It is Monday. And what do you
mean you forgot to start the meeting?"
"Oh, nothing. . . . Stacey, it's dues day."
"No kidding." Stacey made us fork over. Then my friends just gaped at me.
"What?" I said.
"Well, what is wrong?" asked Mary Anne. "You've never sat by the clock and not noticed when it said five-thirty."
"Yeah. Maybe you shouldn't be president after all," teased Dawn.
I tried to laugh, but it wasn't much of an effort.
"Kristy?" said Claud. "Come on. Get with it."
I sighed. "Okay. I was too embarrassed to tell you guys this, but I've gotten four more notes from the mystery admirer."
"So? You weren't embarrassed about the first fifty or so notes," said Stacey, smiling. I could tell she was trying to get me to smile, too.
"The last four notes," I began, "have been . . . weird."
Everyone immediately looked interested, and I could tell that we weren't going to have a normal meeting.
"What did the notes say?" Jessi wanted to know.
"Well, the first one wasn't so bad. Just kind
of odd/' I replied. "It said, 'I love you, I love you, I love you. But beware. Love is fickle and so are friends.' Or something like that. Then the second note said, 'Violets are blue, blood is red, I'll remember you when you are dead.' "
"What?" screeched all my friends.
"Yup. That's exactly what that note said. I'll never forget it. Then the third note was about, let's see, blood again, but I didn't memorize that one. And anyway, today, just before Charlie drove me to the meeting, I got this note."
I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket. My friends jumped up and leaned over me, peering at the note. They surrounded my chair, and I felt smothered.
"Ew," said Stacey. She took the paper from me and read aloud. "I want to be with you forever — eternal togetherness. So I am coming to get you."