She did not have to go far. Mr. Bundkin was striding up the field in search of her.
At the sight of her father’s friendly, familiar face, a tide of happiness and homesickness and car sickness and top-bunk sickness surged through her. Luna felt tears prickle in her eyes. She pretended that she had to sneeze so that she could cover her face with her hands.
“Thanks for posting those ‘Luna’s News’ updates,” Mr. Bundkin said, swooping up Luna for a hug and a kiss. “You make a great scout reporter!”
“I’m happy to see you,” said Luna, sagging into her father’s shoulder. Five weeks had been a long time, she realized. She was ready to go. Camp Bliss had been kind of fun, but she’d had to work really hard at it. Now she wanted to be home in her own room in her own bed with her own kitten purring on the end of it.
Mr. Bundkin wasn’t the only one to thank Luna for her news updates. All afternoon and later that evening at the Farewell Picnic, parents came up to shake her hand. “Luna Bundkin? Nice bulletin! We really appreciated the reports from the front lines!”
The attention from grown-ups was all a little bit embarrassing, especially when Talita introduced Luna to her boyfriend, Curtis, as “my best friend at camp.”
Which was sort of true, thought Luna as she watched Talita and Curtis sitting together under a tree, sharing a plate of picnic dinner and whispering secrets. She and Talita had even exchanged e-mail addresses. But Curtis was Talita’s all-weather friend. They were traveling across Europe together next year. Talita had told her all about it.
Sitting next to her father, Luna nibbled at her dinner and surveyed the rolling green fields. Everywhere she looked, she saw a pair of friends.
Glad and Penelope were sitting together.
Min Suh and Haley were sitting together.
Pam and Tammy were sitting together.
Even Lakshmi and Justin were sitting together.
“I can’t believe camp’s over,” said Luna quietly, “and I never made an all-weather friend.”
“You’re my all-weather friend,” said her father. “Right, sunshine?”
Luna nodded and put her hand on his knee. She didn’t want her dad to feel bad, but a parent wasn’t quite the same thing. Besides, she really was happy to see her dad after five weeks away from him.
Since it was such a warm, clear evening, the Camp Bliss awards ceremony would be held outdoors. On a flat stretch of meadow, folding chairs were arranged in rows. Up front, a table covered with badges, medals, and certificates was positioned next to a podium. After dinner, people began to amble over from the barbecue area to sit on the chairs. Luna waited for her dad to finish his third helping of potato salad, then held his hand as they joined the others.
“Justin and I will be back here, a stone’s throw away,” said Mr. Bundkin, detaching his hand from hers. “You go sit with the other kids, Luna.”
Claire and Ella had saved her a seat up front. Luna felt her stomach clench with jealousy. Even Claire had made an all-weather friend! Ever since Blue-and-Buff Day, Claire and Ella had become inseparable.
Luna managed to put on a smile as she trotted down the aisle to slide into the empty seat next to her sister.
Ella leaned forward and waved. Claire hooked her pinkie into Luna’s. Then Talita spied Luna, and she and Curtis moved seats so that they could sit next to her.
“Look at that loving cup,” Claire said, pointing. “If Ella and I both win it, then we decided we each will hold one of its handles. I think there’s a reason it has two handles. It’s kismet.”
“What’s kismet?” Luna asked.
“Destiny!” said Claire and Ella together. Then they started laughing. Ever since Claire and Ella had become friends, it seemed all they did was laugh.
Soon Pam and the other counselors gathered at the front. As she stepped into place behind the podium, Pam blew on her whistle. But it was a mournful tweet, as if she knew it would be a whole year before she would use a whistle so much and so happily again.
“There are lots of prizes to give out,” Pam announced to the audience. “Your patience is appreciated! We’re going to start with the junior campers crafts awards and tadpole badges. Okay?”
“Dandy!” shouted a few campers.
Pam grinned.
There were prizes for everything. There were ribbons and badges and medallions for good swimming, for good sailing, for good artwork, for good hiking and biking and Frisbee and horseshoe tossing. Everyone won something, and any girl who didn’t win a prize was named for an honorable mention. Even Luna’s name was called (for passing the first aid test). Of course, most of the time Ella and Claire were the ones who jumped up to sprint down the aisle. Soon their laps were filled with paper, cloth, and metal honors.
Luna’s hands hurt from clapping. Her sister was amazing!
How would that trophy be split between Claire and Ella? Luna stared at the big silver cup and pondered. Would Claire get it for half the year and Ella for half the year? Would they flip a coin? Would another cup have to be made?
Eventually, the table lay bare, except for the trophy. A hush fell over the crowd.
Claire leaned forward. Ella leaned forward. The audience shifted forward.
Then Pam sat down. Mr. and Mrs. Carol, who had been sitting in the front row of the audience, now stood up and took Pam’s place at the podium. Mrs. Carol then began to read in a clear, slow voice.
“The loving cup is given to the camper who represents those qualities most important to Camp Bliss,” she began. “They are loyalty, sportsmanship, enterprise, and bravery. This year, the counselors told me they had a tough job. There were so many outstanding competitors. So many winners!”
Someone shouted out Claire’s name. Someone else shouted Ella’s. Then someone shouted Julianna Becker’s, who won it last year but who was not even at camp this year. Then everyone was yelling out any name.
Pam blew on her whistle. Mr. Carol raised his hand for quiet. The noise settled.
“This year, we decided to give the award to a camper who made an unusual contribution,” Mr. Carol continued. “This camper got to know everyone through her hard work both indoors and out. Whether she was taking out splinters or paddling a canoe, she was always testing her bravery. Her interest in other campers resulted in an enterprising newsletter available online to all Bliss parents. She participated with steady and enthusiastic sportsmanship in every sport, and she loyally befriended both counselors and campers alike.”
Now Mr. and Mrs. Carol spoke together. “That is why this year’s Camp Bliss Girl award goes to Luna Bundkin.”
A hush of surprise fell over the audience, followed by a murmuring. It was instantly replaced by quiet, then steady clapping.
“Lizards and love handles!” whispered Claire. “Loon?”
“Oh, no!” Luna whispered. She scrunched down in her seat. “I can’t!”
The applause was gaining strength. A few girls began to shout Luna’s name. From somewhere in the back, Luna heard Justin give a wolf howl.
Claire turned and hugged her. “I guess you do deserve it, Luna,” she whispered in her sister’s ear. “I never thought about it that way before, but you really do have all those loving-cup qualities!”
“But I can’t walk up in front of all those people,” Luna whispered back. “My legs are shaking from nerves. Will you do it for me? Please? It was your zest for adventure that made me come to Camp Bliss in the first place. You’re the whole reason I’m here!”
Claire looked at Luna.
Luna looked at Claire.
“Are you sure?” Claire whispered.
Luna nodded. She was sure.
While most of the campers half-knew that it was Claire, not Luna, Bundkin who stood up and walked down the aisle and up to the podium to shake hands with the Carols and the counselors and accept the big two-handled silver trophy, it did not matter. Everyone knew that Luna and Claire, though they were as different as chalk and cheese, could count on each other in a pinch. That
was why they were the purest kind of identical twins.
“See? Kismet,” said Claire later, after Justin and their dad had left for the motel, and they took one final tour around the campgrounds. “I even cleared a space for the loving cup on our bookshelf. So we both can admire it.”
Luna looked at the cup. Camp Bliss Girl—her! She could hardly believe it. “You’re sure you’re not sad you didn’t win it?” she asked her sister.
“I’m a little sad,” admitted Claire. “But, then again, Ella and I had a lot of fun together. Even though you won the trophy, camp is still a more perfect place for kids like Ella and me. Funwise, that is.”
“I agree,” Luna said.
“And it might have been kind of bad if just I or Ella won. Do you know that she invited us to spend a week with her in Colorado? There’s a horse farm nearby, and well be able to ride horses all day. Isn’t that cool?”
“Yes,” said Luna with a smile. “You know what, Claire? Even though it was you who made an all-weather friend, and I who won the loving cup, it doesn’t make a difference in the end. We both lucked out, a double victory.”
“And we split the profits down the middle,” said Claire, planting a big smooch on the loving cup and leaving greasy lip-marks, which Luna carefully wiped away.
The next morning, there were many good-byes and hugs and e-mails and numbers exchanged. Clothing trunks were packed into car trunks, and the twins fastened into their seat belts. The empty vial of Marigold Zest clanked inside the trophy cup between them.
“It’s still five bucks a pop for me to carry those trunks up to your rooms,” Justin reminded them, speaking in a braggy way for Lakshmi’s benefit.
Lakshmi smiled. “Hey, Justin,” she said so quietly that the twins had to strain their ears to listen in. “Send me an e-mail as soon as you get home. But remember, you’re three hours ahead of California.”
“Sure thing.” Justin smiled shyly.
Claire put her hands around her throat and made a gagging noise, and as soon as Justin hopped in the car, he reached behind to smack her.
It was back to old times again.
As Mr. Bundkin pulled out of the parking lot, Ella galloped alongside the car, pretending that she was riding a horse.
“Good-bye! So long!” she shouted to Claire. “Promise you won’t forget me! Remember to write!”
“I promise! I’ll remember!” Claire shouted back.
The twins looked out the back window, waving, and watched as Ella’s red hair and the peaked fir trees of Camp Bliss shrank to nothing. Eventually all they could see was the speck of the flapping blue flag.
“Next year, I’ll change that flag color,” Claire resolved. “When we come back to Bliss. Right, Luna?”
Luna nodded. Right.
Witch Twins and Melody Malady
Adele Griffin
For Emma and Charlotte
Contents
1. Double Delight
2. Animal Magic
3. “Don’t Bore Us, Dolores!”
4. Four Point Six Billion
5. Claire La Dare
6. Sister Scrap Heap
7. Salamander Eye Spy
8. Timbugtu to the Rescue
9. Wrap and Print
1
Double Delight
“GRANDY’S BRING-YOUR-OWN-CREATIVE-DISH LABOR Day Picnic Blowout is so crowded this year,” said Luna Bundkin to her identical twin sister, Claire.
“That’s because our family is growing,” Claire responded. She and Luna were each balancing a paper cup of spicy peppermint iced tea in one hand and a paper plate heavy with fried catfish, curried rice, mango salad, and a strawberry-frosted cupcake in the other as they looked for somewhere to sit.
A free spot was hard to find. There must have been more than one hundred people milling around their grandparents’ lawn or walking through the garden or relaxing on the sagging wraparound porch. Everybody was eating and talking and enjoying the fresh Bramblewine country air.
“There.” Claire pointed to a sunny stretch of grass near Grandy’s tomato patch.
“No. There.” Luna pointed to a cool patch of shade under a crooked elm. “I hate to squint and chew.” And she began to pick and weave her way around cousins, neighbors, and Grandy’s cackling pals, heading toward the elm tree.
Luna could be stubborn like that, but Claire did not mind. She bounded behind her sister. She didn’t care where she ate.
“More family is nice, but that also means more weird recipes,” Luna observed as they settled on the grass. “Did you see what Steve brought? Lobster mousse with truffles on top. It’s extremely eww!” Steve was their mother’s boyfriend. He was a chef at Aubergine, a Philadelphia restaurant so fancy that the waiters were often better dressed than the diners.
“On the other hand, Fluffy’s triple-decker soybutter, marshmallow, and pickle sandwiches on pistachio bread are yummy,” said Claire. “Fluffy said it’s a simple way of combining her favorite foods. She’s sure got a big appetite, now that she’s eating for two.”
Claire exchanged a smile with her twin. In four months’ time, their dad and their new stepmother, Fluffy, were going to have a baby. That meant a new little half sister or half brother for Claire, Luna, and their older brother, Justin. And Claire had a secret hunch that the baby would be a girl. A girl named Ubiquitous, one of the prettiest words ever, Claire thought. Ubiquitous meant “to be everywhere at the same time”—a next-to-impossible five-star spell.
You could just hear the magic in the word.
“Oh, lovely baby Ubiquitous,” Claire said out loud.
Luna frowned. “Clairsie, everyone agreed a long time ago. Ubiquitous is not a good baby name. It sounds like what you’d name a Roman gladiator.”
“Does not.”
“Does so.”
“Does not, no returns.”
“Yoo-hoo! Howdy, there!” Fluffy was standing over them. Her plate was filled with triple-decker soybutter, marshmallow, and pickle sandwiches. “May I sit with y’all?”
“Sure, Fluffy,” they chorused.
“Thanks, gals!”
Fluffy, who was from Houston, Texas, often used words such as gals and howdy. Claire and Luna agreed that while they liked their new stepmother, it had taken time to get used to her. Fluffy was so different from their real mother, Jill Bundkin, who was a no-nonsense medical doctor. Fluffy talked loud and dressed in superbright, sparkly clothes, but everyone knew that underneath she had “a heart of gold.”
Today, Claire noticed that Fluffy really did have a heart of gold, in the shape of a large, gold, heart-shaped belt buckle.
“I actually came over to ask you gals an important question,” said Fluffy as she eased herself to sit on the grass between the twins. “Have either of you heard of Melody Malady?”
“Melody Malady!” Claire jumped to her feet, spilling her plate of food. In the next moment, Grandy’s raggedy-eared cat, Wilbur, appeared out of nowhere and gulped it down.
Oblivious, Claire began to dance and sing. “‘A tune of my own, and a person to be! Who is this girl? She could be only me! Believe it! Achieve it! Find your own Mel-oh-dee!’” She threw her arms in the air. “‘Forever me!’” Then she did a back flip.
Claire and Luna both loved-loved-loved The Melody Malady Show. It came on Friday nights at eight o’clock. In Claire’s opinion, The Melody Malady Show was almost as good as her first-favorite television show, Galaxy Murk. Justin said no way. He said spaceships always beat singing.
“Yee-haw!” Fluffy applauded when Claire finished her back flip. Wilbur made a sour face. He was a witch cat and understood humanspeak, and he disliked The Melody Malady Show. Wilbur preferred Broadway musicals. (Being a country cat, he hardly ever got into New York City to see them.)
“You need voice lessons, Claire,” said Luna, sticking her fingers in her ears. “Your singing is worse than mine.”
Claire ignored her. “Why’d you ask about Melody Malady, Fluffy?”
“Bec
ause Melody is filming a movie called Double Delight in Philadelphia,” Fluffy explained, “and my magazine is writing an article on it.” Fluffy worked for the style section of a magazine called Philadelphia Now! Both Claire and Luna thought it was a glamorous job.
“A whole movie! Does Melody play a princess? Or a shoot ’em up cowgirl? Or a spy?” Claire was overjoyed that her favorite television star was on her way to movie stardom. “I knew Melody was destined for the big screen.”
“As a matter of fact, Melody plays the double role of identical twin sisters, Jess and Bess,” said Fluffy. “And I thought it might be some fun publicity if she got to shake hands with some real-live Philadelphia twins. So I volunteered to bring you two girls to the set. Well snap pictures for the magazine, and maybe you gals can watch some of the movie being made.”
“We’re going to meet Melody Malady? Wow!” Claire could not think of anything more exciting than looking into the olive-green, almond-shaped eyes of her favorite television personality.
Melody Malady had been a star forever. Before The Melody Malady Show, Melody was the girl in all the television commercials for everything Claire wanted. Melody was the Go-go Yogurt girl, the Sudsy Perfect Shampoo girl, and the Electric Wow Light-Up Jump Rope girl, just to name a few.
“Crumbs.” Luna touched her hands to her hair. “I wish you hadn’t cut my hair last week, Claire.” It was a style the twins had seen in a magazine, and Claire had been sure she could copy it with her art scissors. The result was a clump of bristly short hair in the front and two clumps of scraggly long hair at the ears. “Melody will think I’m a dork.”
“Aw, Luna, honey, it’ll grow back,” Fluffy reassured her.
Claire frowned. She thought she had done some creative and beautiful work on Luna’s hair, but all anyone said about it was that it would grow back.
“When do we get to meet Melody?” Claire asked.
“How about this Friday?” asked Fluffy.
“Terrific!” Claire shouted. “Then, when we start school in two weeks, we’ll be famous. Pictures of us in Philadelphia Now! next to the one, the great, the only Melody Malady! That’s the awesomest way to begin sixth grade.” She turned another flip from excitement.
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