around the kitchen, searching desperately for a solution. The refrigerator, the stove, the bulletin board cluttered with notes and takeout menus, the calendar, the spice rack, the phone. The phone!
âEmily, would you mind leaving?â
âYes,â she answered.
I should have known. I had to take it to the next step.
âEmily,â I said sweetly. âKatherine was on the windowsill in Mom and Dadâs room this morning. Last time I saw her, she was heading down the fire escape.â
âYouâre kidding?â she said.
âMaybe,â I said. âBut if I were you, Iâd check it out for myself. I wouldnât take my word for it.â
That worked. She tossed down her book and bolted for our parentsâ room. I picked up the phone and dialed.
âHello,â Papa Pete answered.
âHi, Papa Pete,â I said. âIâve got to talk fast.â
âGood,â he said. âThen Iâll listen fast.â
âI need your help,â I began. âCan you come here and pick up Cheerio at eleven oâclock and bring him to my school? I want him to see my softball game, but my dad doesnât want to bring him because heâs not allowed in the auditorium. But if he stays with you, then he wonât have to go into the auditorium, so can you please do this for me?â
âIs it okay with your father?â Papa Pete asked.
âAs long as Cheerio behaves, heâll be fine,â I said. âJust keep him on the leash.â
âI assume you mean Cheerio and not your father,â Papa Pete said.
I laughed.
âWeâll be there,â Papa Pete said. âOne tall, proud grandpa. One short, crazy dog.â
âI love you, Papa Pete,â I said. Which was entirely true.
CHAPTER 20
THE DAY OF THE OLYMPIAD is a big deal at PS 87. Everything is decorated. The cafeteria has streamers, the bulletin boards have signs that say GO BLUE or YELLOW RULES. Even the trash cans are wrapped in crepe paper. Usually, theyâre green, which is our school color. But on Olympiad Day, half of them are blue and the other half of them are, you guessed it, yellow.
When we walked up to school, Principal Love was waiting outside. Talk about school spirit, he was overflowing with it. Iâm not kiddingâeven his clothes were cheering. For starters, he was wearing a scarf that his wife had knit that was half yellow and half blue. I noticed that the yellow half was hanging down the front of his overcoat, and the blue half was in the back. I wondered if that meant he was a yellow-ie at heart.
âCheck out the feet,â Frankie whispered.
Principal Love always wears black Velcro shoes that squeak when he walks up and down the linoleum halls. On this particular day, he had replaced those beauties with two other Velcro shoes. One was blue. And the other was, you guessed it, yellow.
âWhere do you even buy shoes like that?â I whispered to Frankie and Ashley.
âA clown store?â Frankie suggested.
âNo, silly, theyâre homemade,â said Ashley. âI bet he got white shoes and colored them with magic markers.â
âI hope it doesnât rain,â Frankie said. âHeâll end up with polka-dot shoes.â
âGood morning, students,â Principal Love said in his loudspeaker voice. âWelcome to the Olympiad.â
âHi, Principal Love,â we all muttered.
âRemember, children, the body, the mind, and the spirit all win todayâregardless of whether you actually win or not. Thereâs no losing in winning and no losing in losing. Isnât that right, Mr. Zipzer?â
âAbsolutely, Principal Love,â I said, even though I had no idea of what he had just said. Everything he says sounds like it belongs in some really important library book. Iâm sure as soon as someone figures out what heâs talking about, theyâre going to write it down.
âAnd what