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detectiving.”
    Just then a couple of seventh-grade girls stopped at the locker next to Justin’s. They read the locker scribble and started to laugh.
    “Poor Justin,” said one girl. “I hear Stew is going to pulverize him.”
    “Over what?” asked the other girl.
    “Oh, who cares? Dumb guy-stuff.” The girls giggled some more and then glided away like a pair of swans. Luna watched them go. Oh, she couldn’t wait to be in seventh grade!
    “Stew Zumback ,” she said, tracing her fingernail over the initials. “He’s on the snow chain list. You know who he is, Clairsie. He’s big and plays basketball and he has a little mustache that looks like his lip needs dusting.”
    “Anyone who wants to eat our brother for breakfast should be boycotted,” Claire said sternly.
    “The problem is, you plus me equals a whole lot less than Stew.”
    “I’m going to do something, anyhow!” Claire slammed her fist against Justin’s locker. It made a crash of noise, and some seventh graders turned to look. “Whoever wants to eat my brother for breakfast has to answer to me first! I’m gonna confront him!”
    “I wouldn’t if I were you.” But Luna was not Claire, and once her sister decided to do something, Luna could count on her to do it.
    That afternoon, the twins spied Stew Zumback at the bus line. He was stuffing chips into his mouth as fast as he could before the line monitor caught him.
    “Now let me do the talking.” Claire grabbed Luna’s hand and marched up. “Are you Stew Zumback?” she asked.
    Stew turned, mid-chew, and frowned. “Who’s asking?”
    Claire’s mouth snapped shut. Under Stew’s beady eye, she seemed to have lost her nerve. Luna felt an odd and sudden surge of bravery. She stepped forward in front of her sister.
    “You keep away from our brother, Justin Bundkin,” she squeaked. “Or one day, you might live to regret it.”
    Stew gaped, giving a full view of the potato chip paste inside his mouth.
    “Get lost, twins,” he said. “I’m gonna give Bundkin a black eye, just for your trouble. That kid’s got it coming.”
    “We mean it!” squeaked Luna, after Claire still had not said a word.
    Stew stepped closer. Luna saw that her height stopped at his armpit.
    “And I mean, get lost!” he roared.
    The twins ducked and ran.
    “Now you’ve done it,” huffed Claire. “A black eye! Poor Justin!”
    “ I’ve done it? You did it! You and your bad idea!”
    “Was not!”
    “Was, too!”
    “At least I did the talking! At least I didn’t just stand there!”
    “So?” But Claire looked so embarrassed that Luna decided to drop it.
    “Clairsie, I think that instead of looking for fights, from now on we should proceed with caution,”” said Luna. (To proceed with caution, in Luna’s mind, was always the best way to proceed.) “Starting with going home and asking Justin why he’s Stew Zumback’s breakfast.”
    “Good idea!” Claire started to run down the street.
    “Proceed with caution,” Luna warned.
    Claire took off like a shot. Luna trailed her all the way home, through the front door, and up the stairs to Justin’s room.
    “Justin-Justin-Justin! Why is Stew Zumback going to pulverize you? Why are you his breakfast, huh? Why-why-why?” shrieked Claire, taking a flying leap onto the middle of Justin’s bed.
    “Hey! Out of my room, squirt!” Justin ordered, looking up from his homework. But he didn’t say it with his usual Justin energy. He didn’t even make a grab for Claire, who, after finding his hacky sack under his pillow, began playing a lying-down version of the game.
    Luna hovered in the doorway. “Is every thing okay, Jus?” she asked.
    “It’s nothing. Stew wants to beat me up ’cause I slammed him out of Destroyer three times in one day,” Justin mumbled. His face was red. “I can’t help it if I’m awesome at that game. And Stew’s an easy target. He’s big, and he moves slow. I’d have a harder time hitting a parked car.”
    “Is