Missing on Superstition Mountain by Elise Broach Page B

read a book about someone who got hit on the head and developed amnesia, forgetting everything about his former life.
    â€œYes, like that. Sara Delgado is a local girl, daughter of the caretaker at the cemetery. To be honest, I don’t think she was all there to begin with; she was kind of spacey and hard to talk to. But, anyway, last summer, she went missing. Had a fight with her father and went up the mountain. She was gone for three days. A search party found her, scratches and bruises all over her body, terrified out of her mind. She was in a fugue state. She’s never been able to remember what happened to her.”
    Henry shuddered. “That’s spooky.”
    â€œYeah,” Jack whispered.
    Delilah twirled one braid, saying nothing.
    Simon pursed his lips, studying the booklet propped innocuously in Delilah’s basket. “So you’re saying she’s not on the list? Which means that not every strange thing that’s happened on the mountain is in the book.”
    â€œExactly,” Emmett said. “But the Sara Delgado thing is unexplained right now ; that doesn’t mean there isn’t an explanation. We just don’t have enough information to know what it is.”
    â€œNot everything has to have an explanation,” Delilah snapped. “Some things just happen.”
    They all turned to her in surprise, and Simon said, “Sure, some things happen, but there’s usually an explanation.”
    â€œIt’s time to go,” Delilah repeated. “Our moms will be mad.”
    â€œDo you want to call home? You’re welcome to use the phone.” Emmett sounded apologetic. “I didn’t mean to scare you guys.”
    â€œYou didn’t scare us,” Simon said quickly. “And besides, I would rather know what’s going on, even if it’s scary. Nobody else would tell us anything.”
    That was how Simon was, Henry realized—he would always rather know the truth. Henry himself wasn’t so sure. What were those two sayings? Knowledge is power and Ignorance is bliss. Which was more true? Henry wondered. Maybe it depended on what the knowledge was. In the case of Superstition Mountain, ignorance might be better. Henry was beginning to understand why their parents didn’t want to talk about Superstition Mountain. But at least Emmett Trask hadn’t given them the usual grown-up runaround.
    â€œWell, now you know. That’s the reason your parents don’t want you on the mountain,” Emmett concluded. “Not because of ghosts or curses—just because it’s a dangerous place. If you run into trouble up there, it’s hard to get help.”
    â€œYeah, it sounds like it,” Simon said. “Thanks again for the book.”
    â€œOf course,” said Emmett. “I’ll see you guys around town, I’m sure. Maybe at the library.” He smiled at them.
    They climbed on their bikes, and Delilah organized the books, positioning them carefully in her basket. Then they rode down the gravel drive toward home.
    *   *   *
    It was almost evening by the time they reached their neighborhood, and they were all starving.
    â€œWe forgot to have lunch!” Jack cried, horrified.
    â€œThere wasn’t time,” Simon said. “And now dinner will be almost ready.”
    â€œI don’t want dinner,” Jack whined. “I want to have lunch.”
    â€œWell, it’s too late. You can’t go back and have lunch—you missed it.”
    Henry could see Jack’s lower lip start to tremble. “You were supposed to take care of me,” he complained. “You forgot to give me lunch!”
    â€œWe’re not your babysitters,” Simon snapped. “Unless you’re a BABY. ”
    â€œI want lunch and dinner.”
    â€œIt’s okay, Jack,” Henry told him. “You can ask Mom for something when we get home.” Privately, Henry thought it was