CHAPTER TWENTY
"Callie!" Melissa screamed, racing down the stairs. "Callie, where are you?"
"Oh. Sorry, Melissa. Did I scare you?" Callie emerged from the kitchen, holding an iron pan. The pan, Melissa saw, was cracked.
"I dropped a darn pan," Callie explained. "I was going to fix tortilla soup and cornbread, but..."
"That's okay," Melissa told her. "We'll get take out."
"I don't believe all that's happened to us!" Melissa groaned. "We live in Shadyside but not on Fear Street, yet we still get bad luck."
"I guess," Callie murmmered. Melissa didn't hear her. She gazed, teary-eyed, at the blurry sky. We're going to be okay, she thought. I know we are.