Julie stood up, slack-jawed, and came to stand next to me by the foaming toaster, which chose that moment to ding. A piece of frothing toast popped up.
"Toast anyone? Butter? A little fire retardant?" I felt nauseous and suddenly cold. My knees went weak. I started laughing and couldn’t stop.
Julie put her arm around me and led me back to my chair. "She’s totally cracked up," she said to my father, who’d gone over to inspect the damage.
No damage done, all danger averted, I told myself.
"What were you trying to do?" I said as I wiped my eyes. I was still laughing. "Toast the house!"
Julie’s gaze traveled from Dad and the toaster to me. "Sorry. I must have bumped the controls when I put in that last piece of bread." She gave me a squeeze. "It’s not funny, Leesa. Come on, buck up."
Dad grabbed the toaster and hauled it out to the garbage. When he came back, he gave me a stiff hug. "Breakthrough to Greatness. No more arguments, kid."
Julie smiled like the picture of the Cheshire cat in our childhood copy of Alice in Wonderland, the picture that always gave me nightmares. She knew she’d won. I wondered what was next for me–total greatness or life in the looney bin?
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
About the Author
Books by Gina
Pink Slipper Excerpt
Chapter 1 - Pink Slipper
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