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out," Steve said. "I'll buy them."
    "But Mr. Dalton snipped off the address," I reminded him. "How will you know where to go?"
    "I memorized it." He grinned. "Now, are we gonna stand here all night making up excuses, or are we gonna go for it?"
    We looked at each other, then one by one nodded silently.
    "Right," Steve said. "We hurry home, grab our money, and meet back here. Tell your parents you forgot a book or something. We'll lump the money together and I'll add the rest from the pot at home."
    "What if you can't steal I mean, 'borrow,' the money?" I asked.
    He shrugged. "Then the deal's off. But we won't know unless we try. Now hurry!"
    With that, he sprinted away. Moments later, making up our minds, Tommy, Alan, and I ran, too.

T HE FREAK SHOW WAS all I could think about that night. I tried forgetting it but couldn't, not even when I was watching my favorite TV shows. It sounded so weird: a snake-boy, a wolf-man, a performing spider. I was especially excited by the spider.
    Mom and Dad didn't notice anything was up, but Annie did. Annie is my younger sister. She can be sort of annoying but most of the time she's cool. She doesn't run to Mom telling on me if I misbehave, and she knows how to keep a secret.
    "What's wrong with you?" she asked after dinner. We were alone in the kitchen, washing the dishes.
    "Nothing's wrong," I said.
    "Yes there is," she said. "You've been acting weird all night."
    I knew she'd keep asking until she got the truth, so I told her about the freak show.
    "It sounds great," she agreed, "but there's no way you'd get in."
    "Why not? "I asked.
    "I bet they don't let children in. It sounds like a grown-up kind of show."
    "They probably wouldn't let a brat like
you
in," I said nastily, "but me and the others would be okay." That upset her, so I apologized. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean that. I'm just annoyed because you're probably right. Annie, I'd give anything to go!"
    "I've got a makeup kit I could lend you," she said. "You can draw on wrinkles and stuff. It'd make you look older."
    I smiled and gave her a big hug, which is something I don't do very often. "Thanks, sis," I said, "but it's okay. If we get in, we get in. If we don't, we don't."
    We didn't say much after that. We finished drying and hurried into the TV room. Dad got home a few minutes later. He works on building sites all over the place, so he's often late. He's grumpy sometimes but was in a good mood that night and swung Annie around in a circle.
    "Anything exciting happen today?" he asked, after he'd said hello to Mom and given her a kiss.
    "I scored another hat trick at lunch," I told him.
    "Really?" he said. "That's great. Well done."
    We turned the TV down while Dad was eating. He likes peace and quiet when he eats, and often asks us questions or tells us about his day at work.
    Later, Mom went to her room to work on her stamp albums. She's a serious stamp collector. I used to collect, too, when I was younger and more easily amused.
    I popped up fo see if she had any new stamps with exotic animals or spiders on them. She didn't. While I was there, I asked her about freak shows.
    "Mom," I said, "have you ever been to a freak show?"
    "A what?" she asked, concentrating on the stamps.
    "A freak show," I repeated. "With bearded ladies and wolf-men and snake-boys."
    She looked up at me and blinked. "A snake-boy?" she asked. "What on Earth is a snake-boy?"
    "It's a …" I stopped when I realized I didn't know. "Well, that doesn't matter," I said. "Have you ever been to one?"
    She shook her head. "No. They're illegal."
    "If they weren't," I said, "and one came to town, would you go?"
    "No," she said, shivering. "Those sorts of things frighten me. Besides, I don't think it would be fair to the people in the show."
    "What do you mean?" I asked.
    "How would
you
like it," she said, "if you were stuck in a cage for people to look at?"
    "I'm not a freak!" I said huffily.
    "I know." She laughed and kissed my forehead. "You're my little