comes from,â Alison put in.
âYeah! And Kelsey shoplifted something there, or maybe a lot of things, and fled to Oregon to evade capture andââ
I heard myself beginning to sound like a piece in the newspaper and wondered if I was just inventing our mystery plot again.
But Alison said, âThat really is possible. It would explain everything. I wonder how we could check it?â
âHer clothes?â I said. I was just guessing. âMaybe theyâd have out-of-town labels if she stole them.â
âEven if she didnât !â Alison cried. She gave a little bounce, all excited again. âWhy didnât we think of it before? Iâll bet something she owns has a label from whatever store she got itat, in whatever town she came from! All you have to do is go through her closet.â
Oh, thatâs all. First her wallet, now her closet. Itâs all very well for Alisonâshe doesnât have to do any of these rotten things, she just tells me to do them.
Of course, itâs my stepmother weâre investigating. Itâs my problem. So I guess Iâll do it. Maybe tomorrow evening. Daddy and Kelsey are going out, and Iâm baby-sitting.
FRIDAY NIGHT, JULY 19
Thereâs not a single label in any of Kelseyâs clothes. Even her sweaters and winter coat. Except in a couple of shirts she got just recentlyâand all they say is â100% cotton, wash separately, line-dry.â And of course the Leviâs label on her jeans. But no store labels. I think there used to be one in her coat, and she cut it out. There was a square place inside the right front that looked different from the stuff around itâlike when you take a picture off the wall. She must have cut off all the labels there were.
I wish I hadnât found out. I mean, this makes it real . Sheâs somebody elseâand trying to hide it. Not that I didnât think so before, but I didnât know for sure . Or even quite believe it. I kept telling myself I was probably just making the whole thing up.
Daddy is telling himself itâs all because sheâs having a babyâall her nerves and funny reactions. Well, I never heard that having a baby made you cut the labels out of your clothes.
Of course, he probably has no idea sheâs done that. He has no idea of a lot of things because theyâre not things you notice unless youâre snoopingâor because heâs gone all day and isnâtaround when they happen, the way I am. Besides, he feels close to her, and trusts what she says without question. Heâs a very loyal, trusting person. I guess Iâm not.
I canât decide if I ought to tell him about this. I bet he wouldnât see anything at all alarming in itâor even important. So Kelsey doesnât like labels. So what? They scratch your neck. Not the ones inside your coat, but never mind, heâd reason that away somehow. Or start explaining Kelsey to me again. Or worrying about my problem of adjusting. Or bawling me out for prying in Kelseyâs closet.
I couldnât blame him if he did that. Iâm not ever going to snoop around in anybodyâs personal belongings again. Let Alison do it if she wants to. I donât like the way it makes me feel.
WEDNESDAY, JULY 24
All sorts of things have happened. Whereâll I start? With Monday afternoon, I guess, when Alison and I were on Mall Patrol. I really didnât want to do it anymore, Iâm sick of the mall, but Alisonâs just like a mosquito for being persistent. A good thing, too. If we hadnât been thereâright where we were, right when we were, and with who , I mean whom , we were . . .
Iâd better start over. Monday afternoon, when we got to the mall, Alison peeled off to the Clock Shop to leave her momâs watch to be fixed, and I went on to Grover Brothersâ. I was supposed to take the escalator up to Four, which is the top, watching all