leggings, a hoodie, and Beccaâs bunny slippers. I have a pair almost exactly like them at home, and Iâd wear them to school if my mom would let me. Theyâre that comfy.
Iâm about to curl up with a magazine when thereâs a knock at my door.
âCome in!â I shout. Vi nudges the door open. Sheâs got her cell phone in one hand and sheâs covering the mouthpiece with the other.
âSo sorry to bother you, Bec, but Iâve got Jonie Lake on the line,â Vi says. Jonie Lake? Sister of a striped stegosaurus! Jonie Lake is the infamous, thousand-year-old entertainment journalist who gets her kicks ripping celebrities apart in her gossip column for Starz magazine. Sheâs had so much plastic surgery she looks like a cross between the Joker from Batman and one of those creepy dolls whose eyes are supposed to close when you lay her down but they get stuck open all the time. Talk about scary with a capital S.
âWhat does she want?â I ask nervously.
âWhat she always wants,â Vi says. âA comment on her absurd, made-up story. This time, sheâs going to be writing about how all of your Becca Starr merchandise is manufactured by underpaid children in Chinese sweatshops.â Vi sighs and shakes her head. âNo comment, I assume?â
âButâ¦butâ¦why wouldnât I comment?â I stammer. âThatâs a horrible thing to print!â Then I have a terrifying thought.
âItâs not true, is it?â I ask.
âOh Becca, of course itâs not true,â Vi assures me. âNothing that vile woman prints is true! You know that.â
âThenâ¦shouldnât I defend myself?â I ask.
âYou certainly can ,â Vi says. âYou just usually donât want to deal with it.â
âWell, I feel like dealing with it today,â I tell her. âIâll take the call.â
Vi lifts both eyebrows but says nothing as she hands me the phone. I take a deep breath before speaking into it.
âThis is Becca Starr,â I say with confidence I definitely donât feel. âMay I help you?â
âJonie Lake here,â she growls. âSo, you got kids in China, working their little fingers raw for peanuts so you can make millions selling piece-of-junk dolls that donât even look like you, if you ask me. Any comment?â
âFirst of all,â I say slowly, âIâd like to know where you got this information.â Itâs not just a stall tactic. In my journalism class at Sacred Heart, you werenât allowed to make any sort of claim without being able to back it up. Thatâs pretty basic stuff, in fact.
âCanât reveal my sources, sorry,â Jonie snarls. âYou got a comment? Iâm on a deadline here.â
âMy comment is that it is absolutely not true, not a single word of it,â I say. âAll of my products are made right here in the United States. And for your information, I donât make millions off those dolls. In fact, I donât make a penny. I donate every single cent I make on my merchandise to the Pack It Up Foundation. You are welcome to confirm that with them.â
I so nailed that! Stella and I have watched the Becca Starr documentary at least a dozen times, so Iâve actually seen her manufacturing plant. Itâs in somewhere like Detroit or Pittsburgh or one of those other cities where they make a bunch of stuff. I canât remember exactly, but Iâm positive itâs in the United States because they made a big deal about it in the movie about how hardly anybody makes anything in the United States anymore, which is sad. Then later in the movie, thereâs this whole scene about Beccaâs work with Pack It Up. Every year, she gives them money to buy backpacks and fill them with school supplies for kids who canât afford to buy them. Becca even helps them pack those bags herself. Iâd never even