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piece or a bikini bathing suit? Why does everyone always show off their stomach like that? Aimee wants to get a belly-button pierce. You don’t have one, do u?
    I wish I were in a special camper going all the way across the country like you. Then I wouldn’t have to obsess about everything here. What am I going to do at my gramma Helen’s house for a whole WEEK? All she does is cook and play crazy eights. If u have ideas, pleez send them now.
    I got your e-postcard BTW, but I couldn’t open the attachment or the link. Send me another one pronto! I have to find a funny one to send back.
    Yours till the swimming pools, MadFinn, aka Maddie
    P.S. Can your camper drive to Chicago? How cool would that be? THEN the Fourth of July would rock. CUL8R.
    As Madison hit SEND, a loud swoosh roared through her bedroom. But it had nothing to do with her laptop. All at once, a gust of cool air streamed through the air-conditioning vent directly over her desk.
    Phinnie even woke up; it was that loud.
    Madison smiled when she felt the air—and wondered if this was a good omen for tomorrow. Now that her room was cooling off, could she cool down, too—and have fun at Lake Dora? Or maybe it even meant something cool would happen with Hart?
    She stood under the vent and let the chilly air blow all over before pulling on her pj’s and crawling on top of the covers.
    Phin crawled on top, too.
    He was asleep in less than a minute.

Chapter 3
    M ADISON STARED BACK AT her reflection in the mirror.
    She couldn’t decide if she wanted to wear the blue or the white T-shirt over her new bathing suit. Finally she decided on blue instead of white (since white was too see-through). She braided her hair and pulled it back with a carved tortoiseshell clip that Mom had bought for her. Last, she slid on her flowered thongs. Her toenails were painted Seashell Pink, and although they were a little chipped around the edges, they still looked pretty.
    “Someone’s here for you!” Mom called from the front door. Madison grabbed her straw bag and bolted down the stairs. Aimee was waiting there, arms outstretched.
    “You look so cute!” she said when she saw Madison. They left Mom and hopped down the porch steps and into Aimee’s brother’s car.
    “Hey! Don’t slam the door!” Dean said as Madison crawled into the backseat. “I just got the paint retouched on that side.”
    Dean was way into cars, especially this one. He’d rebuilt the engine just last summer. No one was allowed near Dean’s car unless he said so.
    “And watch the backseat, too,” he warned Madison. “I don’t want to get sand in the car.”
    “Just chill out. We haven’t even gotten to the beach. Where’s the sand coming from?” Aimee yelled at her brother. “Look what I brought,” she said, turning around toward the backseat. Aimee produced two giant lemons and smiled, fluffing up her own blond ’do. “For the sun. So I can get blonder hair.”
    “We have to go pick up Fiona now, right?” Dean groaned. Although Dean was pretty good about giving Aimee and her friends rides in the summertime, he loved to complain.
    “Great bikini top,” Madison commented on Aimee’s suit. “Are those little flowers on it?”
    Aimee snapped her top. “Yes! Aren’t they pretty? Let me see your new bathing suit, too, Maddie,” she said.
    Madison lifted her T-shirt to show off the daisy on the center of her suit.
    “You have flowers, too!” Aimee squealed, loudly enough to make Dean shoot her a dirty look.
    “Could you not scream like that, please?” Dean asked. He pulled up fast in front of Fiona’s house. The brakes screeched.
    Fiona barreled out of her front door toward Dean’s car and got into the back next to Madison.
    “Hi-ya, everyone!” Fiona said. As luck would have it (and since great friends think alike), Fiona’s new swimsuit also had little flowers on it.
    “We all match!” Aimee said, beaming. Madison grinned, too.
    “Egg’s mom just picked up Chet,” Fiona