SURFNETKIDS.COM TEEN BOOK CLUB Got shopping? Get discounts! Visit Surfnetkids: Coupons, Deals and Bargains for hundreds of discounts from dozens of online stores. This week's book: FIRST LIGHT by Rebecca Stead *New to the book club? Just click on the Missing Read link below for any emails you may have missed. Go to: (Today's book starts after the "Dear Reader" column.) Dear Reader, (WWaaa) It's the last day I get to write for you all. I hope I was okay and that I did an okay job. Do you ever Babysit? I do once in a while. I wonder if Peter really did see that boy cause that conversation sounded like the boy cutting his hair. Have you ever had to move like Peter or gone camping? The closest to camping for me is sleeping in a hotel or condo at the beach. Here's the answer to yesterday's problem. (This is the last thing I get to tell you guys/girls.) The old one was: Out of date The new one is: Different He said: "My password is 'Out of date.'" And the boss told him the new password when he said: "The password is 'different.'" I am really going to miss talking to you guys/girls. Maybe I will get to write again one day. Bye, Kimberly Email me at: *Read the Classics: THE OUTSIDERS by S. E. Hinton and enter the free Penguin Classic's Drawing. Go to: Missing an email? Go to: =====TODAY'S FIRST LIGHT by Rebecca Stead (fiction) Published by Wendy Lamb Books, an imprint of Random House Children's Books ISBN: 9780375840173 Text Copyright (c) 2007 by Rebecca Stead To reference this email: FIRST (Part 5 of 5) (continued from Thursday) Spending a week together in the apartment had been a great way to get acquainted. Peter and Jonas built a radio together, played gin rummy, and told each other a lot of bad jokes. One night they ate three boxes of powdered doughnuts. In fact, Jonas was around so much that Peter wondered if babysitting was part of Jonas's job description. He hoped not. Then it was their last day in New York. The living room had luggage piled everywhere and papers were strewn across the coffee table where Dr. Solemn and Jonas had been working late the night before. Peter sat at the kitchen table between his parents, eating breakfast. He was going to spend the day with Miles, and then he had to go to bed early because they were leaving for the airport at four o'clock the next morning. He grinned at Jonas across the kitchen table, then opened his mouth and showed him his wad of chewed-up bagel. "Ah," said Jonas, pretending to swoon, "the little brother I never had." Jonas, Peter, and his father were on their second bagels, but Peter's mother said she was too nervous to eat. Instead, she was filling out baggage tags in her impossibly beautiful handwriting, making a neat stack next to Peter's plate. Jonas peered at them. "And I thought my grandfather had the best handwriting on the planet." "I know," Peter said with his mouth full. "Isn't it crazy?" His own handwriting was awful. It was one of the things that his teacher wanted him to work on while he was away. Part of the "study plan." Peter's dad raised his eyebrows at Jonas. "Really? Which grandfather is that? The one in Greenland?" Jonas laughed. "No, the one in Denmark. He collects fountain pens. My other grandfather couldn't care less about things like handwriting. He's mostly interested in his dogs." He glanced at Peter's mother. "No offense intended." She smiled without looking up from her writing. "None taken. I'm very fond of dogs as well. I think I would get along with both of your grandfathers." Jonas reached for a third bagel. "You and not too many other people." Peter's mom gathered the baggage tags into one hand and stood up. "Ready?" she asked Peter. She had to pick up some just-in-case medicines at the drugstore and Peter was meeting Miles for a last swim at the university pool. "All set." Mrs. Solemn put her tags down on the coffee table, where they caused a small avalanche of paper to slide to the floor. Peter helped her pick everything up. "There's a tag under the couch," he said, lying on his stomach and sliding one hand out. But what he found wasn't a luggage tag. It was a scrap of paper. "What's that?" asked his mother. "Just a receipt." Peter shoved it into a pocket and stood up. "Let's go." Miles was waiting for him on the corner of Tenth Street, his wavy red hair stuffed under a Yankees cap. It was weirdly hot for April, and Miles wore shorts and sneakers without socks. "Like my new cups?" he asked Peter. "My mom bought them for me yesterday." Peter looked Miles up and down. "I give up," he said. "What are cups?" Miles sighed. "Shoes. Sneakers. Get it? Like cups for your feet." "Hmmm. Why not call them feetcups?" "Because feetcups sounds stupid!" Peter grinned. "But cups doesn't?" They started walking. Peter floated in the pool with his eyes closed while Miles swam laps. He breathed in the chlorine smell and thought "next week, all of this will seem like a dream." Half an hour later, they emerged into the heat and glare of what could have passed for a midsummer day. "What now?" Miles asked, jamming his cap onto his wet head. "Fonel's!" Ruby Fonel made her own candy and ice cream, and her tiny store was a place Peter had loved for as long as he could remember. When he was little, Ruby used to let him come into the back and see how everything was made. They sat with their ice cream on the old green bench in front of the store window, where a faded awning created a sliver of shade. Peter watched two pigeons walking in circles in front of them, picking at bits of stale cones. "Sorry," he told them. "Nothing for you. This is the last ice cream cone I'm going to have for a long time, and I'm eating the whole thing." Miles talked about his plans to "row crew" and to finish his fake dictionary. Peter felt his first real wrench of sadness. It's six weeks, he told himself. Just six weeks. Six weeks in a tent on the ice with his mom, his dad, and Jonas. He looked at his cone, which was soggy and had paper stuck to it, and tossed it to the pigeons after all. "Want to come over?" he asked Miles, stomping on the cone to crush it for the birds. "Sure." Two women and a little boy stood next to them as they waited to cross Sixth Avenue. One side of the boy's hair was very short and sticking out oddly from the side of his head. Peter stared at him. "...night of Bill's birthday dinner," one of the women was saying to the other, "and the babysitter was late, so I hopped into the shower before she got there. Next time I'll wait," she said, rubbing the boy's head, "or at least I'll put the scissors away first." The women laughed and started to cross the street. Hardcover: Today's read ends on page 23. 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