you stupid?â
âYou donât have to be rude,â Emily said.
âIâm sorry,â Melody said. âDonât go. I promise I wonât be rude.â
Emily thought about it. âOkay,â she said, âIâll stay.â
Melody still had her hands covering her face but tears were flowing down through her fingers. âBut could you turn your back?â the girl asked. âPlease?â
Emily sighed. âYes, all right,â she said, turning her back to Melody. âNow how can I help you?â
âI have to get out of here before they find me,â Melody said, taking her hands away from her face. âI have to get to a taxi before one of those photographers takes my picture. I just have to get away from here.â
âYouâre not going back to the movie set?â
âNo.â
âIs it because of your face?â Emily asked.
âHey! I told you not to look!â
âNo, you didnât,â Emily said. âYou told me to turn my back, and I did. But you didnât say I couldnât look at you with this,â she added, wiggling her eyefinger at Melody behind her back.
Emilyâs eyefinger had seen the starâs face and it was all red and puffy, and covered in little bumps.
âWhat is that thing on your finger?!â Melody screamed. âItâs horrible! Get it away from me!â
âThat thing is part of me,â Emily said. âI have an eye on the end of my finger. Iâve had it all my life.â
âYou have an eye on your finger?â the star said. âYouâre an alien! A real alien. I canât believe it. An eye on a finger. Itâs got to be fake.â
âWell, itâs not and it works the same as my other eyes. Melody, youâre allergic to plants, arenât you?â
Melody looked at her in surprise. âWho told you that?â
âNobody told me anything. Some flowers give my mum a rash. All she has to do is sniff them and her skin turns all red like yours. But with her it goes away in a few hours.â
âThe same with me,â Melody said. âBut I donât know which flowers Iâm allergic to. Iâm allergic to lots and lots of things.â
âSo if you knew that some flowers were a problem, why did you say youâd be in a film called The Greenhouse ?â
âBecause I didnât know it was about a greenhouse. I thought it was about a green house . Like a house that was green. My agent said it was a good film for me. He doesnât know about my allergies. By the way, whatâs your name?â
âEmily. Emily Eyefinger.â
âEyefinger? Thatâs a made-up name, right?â
âNo, itâs not. Itâs my real name,â Emily said. âNow why donât you go back to the movie? They can put some make-up on you. Or maybe they can get rid of all the flowers and just have plants without flowers.â
âEmily, you really donât understand. I canât go back. This isnât about the movie. Itâs about me, Melody Wu, Perfect Miss. I have millions of fans. Thereâs a magazine about me and a website and everything. Itâs all about being perfect. Donât yousee â I have to be perfect! I canât get all red and horrible every time there are flowers.â
âBut youâre not perfect.â
âI know that but my fans donât.â
âWell, thatâs silly,â Emily said. âLook at me, I have an eye on the end of my finger.â
âBut thatâs a good thing, isnât it?â
âSometimes it is and sometimes itâs not,â Emily said. âI have to be careful not to get dirt in it or soap in it when I wash my hands. I will never be able to play the piano or the violin or do lots of other things. Sometimes that makes me sad and I just want to be like other kids. Then I think, no, I donât want to be them. Iâm me and I want