I Think My Dad Is a Spy Read Online Free
Author: Sognia Vassallo
Tags: Children's Mystery Fiction, Children's Fiction - Humorous
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As I rode back up the dirt road I wondered i f all those cookbooks Iâd delivered were all asparagus cookbooks? How many could there possibly be? 101 Ways to Boil Asparagus? 101 Ways to Steam Asparagus? 101 Ways to Pickle Asparagus?
YUCK!
My idea of Iris Green as the great reader of novels was obliterated.
Dadâs still been acting really strange again. This morning I caught him talking in code to someone on the phone. I tried to write some of it down on a scrap piece of paper. I showed it to Theo and Janice at school today, but they have no clue what it means either. Janice is meeting me at the big oak tree in the morning and we are going to do some spying of our own. Theo is going to try and make it too but he has a ballet class on Saturday mornings. Hopefully we can figure out what Dad is up to!
Journal entry:
Saturday, 9:37am
âAaah,â I sighed out loud, as my eyes grew used to the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. I loved waking up and realising it was the weekendâno school and no mail to deliver. I am so glad we donât own a post office in America or England because Grandma Georgina told me they get post on Saturdays! Yuck, who wants to work on a weekend? Well, except for those nice people who work at the burger house and Mrs Wong who owns the local deli where I buy my chocolate frogs and of course thereâs the cinema in the mall. Oh, and I canât forget all the people that work in the shopping mallâ¦
Hmm, I suppose lots of people have to work on w eekends. Well Iâm glad, so people like me can eat junk food, shop and go to the movies.
I remembered Janice was sleeping over tonight, but first we were meeting at the big oak tree. I quickly showered and dressed before going to breakfast only to find Dad and Chelsea standing in our kitchen. She was wearing an awful sparkly rainbow-coloured dressing gown; I gathered she had spent the night and she hadnât driven over here in that hideous thing.
It looked like I had interrupted something seriously important between them. So I decided not to attempt the giant stack of pancakes with drizzling hot maple syrup and a dollop of ice-cream this morning. Mmmmmâ¦just the thought of it made my tummy rumble. I grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl instead and said I was already late in meeting Janice, and then quickly ran out the back door.
However I didnât go to the oak tree as planned just yet. I thought now would be a good time to start my investigation. Besides I had plenty of time before I had to meet Janice.
I tiptoed around the side of our timber cottage and squatted underneath the kitchen window and waited patiently.
âSo who is this woman?â Chelsea spat furiously, âand how long have you known her?â
âUh-oh,â I mumbled under my breath, it sounded like Chelsea had found out about this Tiffany person.
âI havenât, I mean I donât know her, this is the first timeâ¦â Dad broke off his words.
âWell, tell me then whatâs her name?â Chelsea ordered him again.
âTiffany!â I whispered answering the question for him; but wait I was wrong! Dad didnât say the name Tiffany at all, he said a whole other name, and I missed itâ¦drats.
I held my breath in the hope someone would repeat the name again.
âZOE WHO?!â Chelsea shouted out the name so loud this time even the neighbours wouldâve heard her.
I wondered who this Zoe person was. I hadnât heard Dad mention her name before.
I had been squatting over wet grass under the kitchen window for ages and my legs were starting to ache. I looked around and patted the grass trying to find a dry patch so I could sit and stretch my legs, but the grass all around me was wet and muddy.
Dad and Chelseaâs argument was getting really loud. I wanted to stand up and take a quick peek through the window but decided not to as I would probably get caught.
âI
As I rode back up the dirt road I wondered i f all those cookbooks Iâd delivered were all asparagus cookbooks? How many could there possibly be? 101 Ways to Boil Asparagus? 101 Ways to Steam Asparagus? 101 Ways to Pickle Asparagus?
YUCK!
My idea of Iris Green as the great reader of novels was obliterated.
Dadâs still been acting really strange again. This morning I caught him talking in code to someone on the phone. I tried to write some of it down on a scrap piece of paper. I showed it to Theo and Janice at school today, but they have no clue what it means either. Janice is meeting me at the big oak tree in the morning and we are going to do some spying of our own. Theo is going to try and make it too but he has a ballet class on Saturday mornings. Hopefully we can figure out what Dad is up to!
Journal entry:
Saturday, 9:37am
âAaah,â I sighed out loud, as my eyes grew used to the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. I loved waking up and realising it was the weekendâno school and no mail to deliver. I am so glad we donât own a post office in America or England because Grandma Georgina told me they get post on Saturdays! Yuck, who wants to work on a weekend? Well, except for those nice people who work at the burger house and Mrs Wong who owns the local deli where I buy my chocolate frogs and of course thereâs the cinema in the mall. Oh, and I canât forget all the people that work in the shopping mallâ¦
Hmm, I suppose lots of people have to work on w eekends. Well Iâm glad, so people like me can eat junk food, shop and go to the movies.
I remembered Janice was sleeping over tonight, but first we were meeting at the big oak tree. I quickly showered and dressed before going to breakfast only to find Dad and Chelsea standing in our kitchen. She was wearing an awful sparkly rainbow-coloured dressing gown; I gathered she had spent the night and she hadnât driven over here in that hideous thing.
It looked like I had interrupted something seriously important between them. So I decided not to attempt the giant stack of pancakes with drizzling hot maple syrup and a dollop of ice-cream this morning. Mmmmmâ¦just the thought of it made my tummy rumble. I grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl instead and said I was already late in meeting Janice, and then quickly ran out the back door.
However I didnât go to the oak tree as planned just yet. I thought now would be a good time to start my investigation. Besides I had plenty of time before I had to meet Janice.
I tiptoed around the side of our timber cottage and squatted underneath the kitchen window and waited patiently.
âSo who is this woman?â Chelsea spat furiously, âand how long have you known her?â
âUh-oh,â I mumbled under my breath, it sounded like Chelsea had found out about this Tiffany person.
âI havenât, I mean I donât know her, this is the first timeâ¦â Dad broke off his words.
âWell, tell me then whatâs her name?â Chelsea ordered him again.
âTiffany!â I whispered answering the question for him; but wait I was wrong! Dad didnât say the name Tiffany at all, he said a whole other name, and I missed itâ¦drats.
I held my breath in the hope someone would repeat the name again.
âZOE WHO?!â Chelsea shouted out the name so loud this time even the neighbours wouldâve heard her.
I wondered who this Zoe person was. I hadnât heard Dad mention her name before.
I had been squatting over wet grass under the kitchen window for ages and my legs were starting to ache. I looked around and patted the grass trying to find a dry patch so I could sit and stretch my legs, but the grass all around me was wet and muddy.
Dad and Chelseaâs argument was getting really loud. I wanted to stand up and take a quick peek through the window but decided not to as I would probably get caught.
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