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change anything. It was time to do something to make the situation better. Anything at all.
    â€œWhat if we make a list of ways to get more customers?” Aly said. “If we keep coming up with new ideas, maybe we can eventually wear Princess Polish down.”
    â€œBut that’s the problem, ” Brooke moaned. “They’re idea stealers. Every idea we come up with, they’ll just steal it and make it better. If they keep doing that, we might not even have Sparkle Spa for much longer.”
    â€œThen it’s a good thing we’re creative thinkers,” Aly said. “Because we’ll have to come up with lots of ideas. And maybe we’ll come up with some they can’t steal.”
    Aly went to the back of Sparkle Spa to get some pens and paper. She chose a blue pen for Brooke and a purple one for herself—one of her two favorite colors (the other was green), so maybe it would be lucky. She picked Sparkly up and put him on her lap. She thought that might be lucky too.
    â€œBrooke, you face the door and I’ll look at the wall. That way we don’t distract each other. I’ll set my watch and we’ll brainstorm for five minutes. Okay?” Aly asked.
    â€œOkay,” Brooke answered, her blue marker uncapped and ready to write.
    â€œThree, two, one, go,” Aly said.
    But just like the wall she was staring at, Aly’s mind was blank. She kept hoping ideas would somehowmagically appear. But when five minutes passed, Sparkly was asleep, Aly’s paper was covered in purple hearts, and Brooke had drawn a picture of a puppy.

    Later there was a knock at the door. As Sparkly barked, Aly turned to see Charlotte with her twin brother, Caleb.
    â€œHi,” Aly said. “Is your mom getting her nails done in True Colors?”
    Charlotte nodded. “I figured maybe you could give me a new manicure? My polish from last time is starting to chip.”
    â€œSure,” Brooke said, standing up. “What color do you want?”
    â€œI’ll take a look,” Charlotte said. “And Caleb wants his nails done too.”
    â€œNo problem,” Aly said, standing up next to Brooke. “Just cleaning and filing, like we did at the polish-a-thon?” she asked him.
    Caleb stared at his shoes. Charlotte elbowed him. “Tell her!” she prodded.
    Caleb kept staring at his shoes, but he said quietly, “Charlotte was telling me how rock stars get nail polish . . . and when we adopted Bob from Paws for Love, he had cool green nail polish. So, um, I was thinking maybe green?”
    Brooke looked at Aly with raised eyebrows. Alyreturned the look and shrugged. “Sure, okay,” she said to Caleb. “Why don’t you pick out which green you want.”
    When Caleb and Charlotte walked over to the polish display, Brooke whispered to Aly, “I don’t want to do a boy.”
    Aly sighed. “Boy hands are just the same as girl hands. And Mom and Joan and all the manicurists do men sometimes. But it’s fine. I’ll take Caleb. You do Charlotte.”
    Brooke nodded and walked over to one of the manicure stations to set up.
    â€œUm, Aly?” Caleb asked. “Do you think Oscar the Green is a good one? Is that close to what you used on Bob?”
    Aly joined Caleb at the display. “We used a different kind of polish on Bob, special for dogs,” she said. “But that color’s pretty close. So is this one.” She picked up a bottle of Pickle Me and handed it to him.
    â€œI like this one better,” Caleb said. “Thanks, Aly.”He smiled at her, and then he looked down at his shoes again. Aly looked at his shoes too, to see what was so interesting down there, but all she saw were dirty sneakers with double-knotted laces.
    Aly sat down across from Caleb and started cleaning his nails.
    Charlotte had chosen Strawberry Sunday and was sitting across from Brooke, who was taking off Charlotte’s