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brisk morning air swept in through the open doorway. “Hurry, dear, and come in! Spring apparently hasn’t sprung yet, though my hyacinths don’t know the difference. The purple ones are already popping their heads up. I suppose you’re here to discuss that article in the paper?”
    “So you’ve already seen it?” Bruce asked.
    “How could I have missed it when my next-door neighbors’ son is all over the front page?” Aunt Alice led the way into her immaculate white-carpeted living room, where no cushion was ever out of placeon the lemon yellow sofa. Bruce was suddenly aware that he was wearing the same jeans he’d worn for most of the past week. He decided that it might be best if he didn’t sit down.
    The morning paper was spread across Aunt Alice’s coffee table, and Jerry smiled sweetly up at them from the center of a round wet circle where Aunt Alice had set her coffee cup on his face.
    “How is Andi reacting to this?” she asked Bruce. “I haven’t read
Bobby Strikes Back,
but she’s told me about it. A lot of her heart went into writing that story.”
    “She’s putting on a good act,” Bruce said. “But that’s all it is — an act. Mom and Dad are buying it, but I know she’s faking. Last night she was crying in her bedroom and looked just awful. She expected to win that contest. She was totally sure.”
    “She must be devastated,” Aunt Alice said sympathetically. “Not because she came in second — although losing to Jerry must have been a bitter pill to swallow — but because she was living for a dream and now she doesn’t have one. People as driven as Andi can’t function without a dream. They have to have something to strive for or they lose their energy.”
    “Is that normal?” Bruce asked. He planned to be a photojournalist, but that was a goal for the future. For now, he was happy just to have fun taking pictures and running with his dog and hanging out with Tim and his other friends. It had never occurred to him to submit his photographs to magazines, which Andi had been doing with her poetry since she was ten.
    “It’s not normal for everyone, but it’s normal for Andi,” Aunt Alice said. “Andi isn’t your average young girl. That makes her life more interesting but also more difficult. Do the rules allow her to enter her manuscript in other contests?”
    “The publisher said she could,” Bruce answered. “But there aren’t many contests for kids who write books about dogs.”
    “There don’t have to be many,” Aunt Alice said. “There just needs to be one. Since Andi is too dejected right now to pursue this on her own, it’s up to the people who love her to do that for her. Let’s go online and see what we can come up with.”
    She led the way up the stairs and down the hall to her home office, which once had been a sewing room but now was devoted to legal and investigativematerials. When Aunt Alice’s husband, Peter, had been alive, the two of them had run a detective agency. That had been a long time ago, and in the years since her husband’s death, Aunt Alice had devoted herself to charitable causes and gardening. However, she had recently purchased a computer and become intrigued by the new technology she’d read about on the Internet. She had been ordering books about forensics and DNA evidence and new methods for running background checks on suspicious people. She had even started talking about renewing her private detective’s license.
    Now she switched on her computer, pulled up her favorite search engine, and typed in the words “Dogs + writing + contest.” To Bruce’s surprise, a page popped up with links to a variety of Web sites, but none of the contests seemed right for Andi’s novel. Almost all were sponsored by dog food companies that wanted jingles to use in their commercials. The prizes were cans of dog food.
    Aunt Alice went back to the search engine and substituted the word “story” for the word “writing.” This time, when