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breath, and hope, hope, hope that it works. Addie looks in the mirror and smiles big and she has nice, gorgeous, shiny blue tracks on her teeth!

    “Do me, do me!” I say, waving the tube of glue in her face. So Addie does me all up with red tracks! And we are smiling and laughing and we have braces on our teeth and it is very fun. Maybelle is so excited by all the fun that she is flying all around.
    But then the bathroom door opens, and it is Addie’s mom. “Oh, my goodness!” she shrieks. “What have you done to my Laura Ashley towels?!” I don’t know who Laura Ashley is, because Addie’s little sisters are named Delia and Mariah. But I can tell Addie’s mom is mad about the dirty towels.
    Then she spots the pink and white tube. And the paper clips. And the wrench. And all of the other gooey mess.
    “What is going on in here?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips. Me and Addie don’t say anything. We look down at the floor. “One of you better answer me.”
    Addie’s mom is definitely the boss of her.
    “Maybe,” I say, “it might be time to get back to working on our project.”
    Mrs. Jokobeck screams, “WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR TEETH?”
    And then she pushes us right out the bathroom door, Maybelle flying behind us.

Chapter Five
    The Pink Shiny Raincoat
    Mrs. Jokobeck got those tracks right off of us with water. But my mom is not happy. On account of the tracks. And on account of that Mrs. Jokobeck thinks I am a “bad influence.” I do not know what “bad influence” means. But I do know that it is not good. This is because it has “bad” in it.
    So after dinner I am supposed to go to my room and clean it up. I am not allowed to watch TV. I am not allowed to talk to Kaitlyn. And I am not allowed to do anything fun like dance around and practice gymnastics.
    “Maybelle!” I whisper very loud. “Where are you?” But Maybelle is gone.

    I put some puzzles, my ballet slippers, and my sand art kit all in a pile on the floor. Then I use all my strength and push that pile right under the bed. Swoosh! All clean!
    And then I hear a noise. A noise coming from under the bed where I just pushed that pile. It is a noise with lots of sniffles. Like someone who is crying and trying for people not to hear it. I know because I did that kind of crying once at a sleepover when I needed to go home in the middle of the night. Some people are just not good at sleepovers, and I am one of them.
    I get down on the floor and look under the bed. And there is Maybelle! Over in the corner, all smush, smush, smushed up into a little ball.
    “Maybelle!” I say. “What are you doing under there?” I know I said that Maybelle should live under the bed, but I really did not mean it. Maybelle cannot live under the bed. That would not be nice.
    “I am cleaning up under here,” Maybelle says. She wipes her nose on her sleeve. “It is very messy here under this bed, with lots and lots of dust.” Then Maybelle does a very big sneeze. “ACHOO!” But it sounds like maybe she is pretending. She picks up one of the books that I pushed under there. And then she pushes it back out.

    “But you do not have a duster,” I tell her. I push that book right back under. I just cleaned this room, and now Maybelle is trying to unclean it! “When my mom dusts, she gets out the duster. And some spray dust cleaner that smells like lemons.”
    “Yes, well, I am going to get it right now,” Maybelle says.
    “You are going to get what right now?” I ask.
    “A duster!” Maybelle says. And then she sniff, sniff, sniffs. Just like I do when I am all finished crying.
    “Maybelle,” I say very soft, “I think maybe you were having a good cry under there.”
    “I certainly was not!” Maybelle says. She flies out from under the bed very, very fast, but I can see that her eyes are puff, puff, puffy. And red, red, red. Also her wings are all crinkly from being smushed up in a ball.
    “Maybelle,” I say again, “I know all about