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had a big imagination too. I used to have to warn her not to read scary stories before bed.” She put an arm around me and walked me into the hall. “Say hello to your mom for me, won’t you?”
    â€œYeah. Sure,” I said absently while I looked deeply into Mrs. Frankle’s eyes. She probably thought I was staring, but I had to see what color they were. The answer was brown. Just brown, no flecks of any other color.
    But the glasses…
    I pulled myself together. “I’d better go. I’ll tell my mom what you said.”

Chapter Five
    That whole “investigate this on my own” thing I’d come up with in English class didn’t seem so good on the way home. What if the book was really possessed? What should I do then? What did possessed books want? I didn’t know what to do, but with every question, I got more and more scared.
    I needed advice. Since Sam wouldn’t believe me anyway, there was only one other option. She was going to have to dust off her rusty, hardly-used-anymore imagination, but I had no doubt once she did, she’d know I was telling the truth and want to help.
    I burst into the apartment like I’d been shot out of a cannon. “Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!”
    â€œWhoa, slow down, Emma.” Mom was bent down behind the door. When it flung open, the knob nearly rammed into her ear. Luckily, she jumped back in time.
    â€œMom, you aren’t going to believe—” I dropped my backpack on the floor. “I can’t explain. I just have to show you.” I knelt down on the floor beside her and reached into my bag for the journal.
    â€œEmma, I really don’t have time right now.” That was when I saw that she was leaning over her suitcase. I hadn’t really processed why her head was so close to the doorknob, but now I understood. The zipper on the old bag was stuck, and she was hunched down, struggling to get it closed.
    She was leaving.
    I sighed.
    Mrs. L was probably waiting for me upstairs. There was no way I was going to show that old bat the mysterious journal. She’d probably want to use the pages to line her ferret cages.
    â€œMom, I have something to—”
    â€œHelp me out here, Em.” Mom looked so frazzled, I left the journal in my bag and sat down on top of her suitcase. She easily tugged the zipper closed. “Thanks,” Mom said, then pointed to my room. “Go pack.”
    â€œBut I—” I really wanted to show her the book before she left. Deep inside, there was a part of me that thought once she saw it, she’d stay home.
    â€œThere’s been a change in plans,” Mom told me. She ran to the bathroom and grabbed her hairbrush. I waited for her to explain while she ran it through her dyed-red hair. We used to look more alike until she started messing around with the color. Of course, I still have her straight, sharp nose and slightly oversized ears if someone really cared to look.
    â€œWork called. I have to leave earlier than expected,” Mom said, tying her hair up into a bun, which only emphasized the Glick-family ears.
    My shoulders slumped. “Oh,” I said.
    â€œAnd Mrs. L can’t take you.”
    â€œDid you say ‘can’t’?” My eyes widened. “As in ‘cannot’?”
    â€œOne of her ferrets had to go to the vet hospital. She just told me. It was very sudden,” Mom explained.
    â€œThat’s too bad,” I said sarcastically, wondering where this was going.
    â€œI worked everything out with Sam’s mom.” As she said it, my heart jumped in my chest. “I’m going to drop you off on the way to the airport. You’ll have the whole weekend with Sam. Won’t that be fun?”
    I didn’t want to jinx it, but I had to ask, “And the cousins?”
    â€œYes. Riley’s only ten, but Cassie is sixteen. I figure if Mr. and Mrs. Murdock think Cassie is old enough to watch Sam for