"Les, what is this?" Sarah stood in front of the bedroom door, her hand on her hip and her mouth slightly open. She had never seen a room look this messy.
Vests, shirts and pants were thrown everywhere and she was sure she saw a stocking or two. Her favorite white laced dress was stained and crumpled on the floor, right next to her mother's new hat. Every blanket and every sheet that was owned by the Jacobs family was ripped and torn. Smashed bananas and their peels were smeared on the wall and on the windows. All in all, it looked as though last night's storm decided to pay their small apartment a visit.
Amongst the horror sat her little brother wide eyed as he innocently fiddled around with a piece of David's vest. He was drenched from being outside in the rain, but it didn't seem to bother him.
"He doesn't like the rain." Les said with a small shrug of his shoulders.
"Yes, well I don't like the mess." Sarah picked up a shirt with her fingertips and wrinkled her nose. "Tell your friend that he can help you clean up this mess. Was it Snipeshooter? That boy needs to learn some manners."
"Nope. It was Ed. I told you, he doesn't like the rain. He gets all antsy. I tried to stop him, though. Honest!" Les stood up and started picking up the sheets. Sarah couldn't help but notice the rip in his pants, a stain on his shoulder and buttons missing from his shirt.
"Well," Sarah started slowly. "You tell Ed that regardless of the rain, destroying a room is unacceptable and disrespectful."
It was obvious to Les that his older sister was upset and stressed. It wasn't his fault that Ed got scared. He tried to calm him down, but he wasn't having it. He just got crazy. That's why he took him to Itey for the time being. Well, more like dropped him off. He left a note on Itey's bunk, but he forgot if it was Itey who couldn't read or Snitch. One of them would figure it out, at least that's what Les figured.
"I'll clean it, Sarah. I promise." Les crossed his heart with his fingers before scrambling to his feet to clean up the mess.
"The whole room?" Goldie said while using the hot curler on Sarah's hair. She was being very careful with the curler. She had accidentally burned her dog with it and feared she would do the same to Sarah. Why she was curling her dog's hair? Her dog had a date that night and she wanted her to look good.
Sarah sat completely still, still wondering why she intrusted her best friend to curl her hair when she saw how disastrous her dog turned out. Yet she had no one else to help her and she wanted to look nice for her date with Jack. Luckily, if something were to happen, she had her hat to wear.
"The whole room. It was like a storm went through it! Les said it was his friend Ed. I've never heard of Ed, and Les makes it a point to discuss all of his friends at the dinner table." Sarah chewed on her lower lip, confused by the nature of this event but nevertheless, Les was full of surprises.
"What if Les is friends with a ghost? That's probably it, Sarah! It's a ghost! Maybe you did something to make it mad at him or something! Maybe Les isn't supposed to tell because he might break his sword!" Goldie exclaimed before putting down the hot iron. She had heard of ghosts. Apparently the World building was haunted by one Jonathan Pembermuffin, the assistant to Pulitzer. Jonathan disappeared one day after the strike. Rumor had it that Pulitzer, angry at Jonathan, killed him with a lamp. "I heard that Jonathan Pembermuffin's ghost wrecked Pulitzer's office a few days ago. I saw a bunch of stuff being taken out."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to Racetrack's stories. He only does it because you're so gullible. Anyway, Mr. Pulitzer does an annual clean out and donates his old belongings now. Where do you think Mr. Kloppman got his new desk?" She loved Goldie for she was the closest thing she had to a sister, yet sometimes she was a little bit out there.
Goldie took a step back and tilted her head to the side, examining her handy work. The curls were perfect. She succeeded. Instead of exclaiming victory like she normally did, she wrinkled her nose. "What does gullible mean?"
