by Laura Dower
I have absolutely less than no idea where we are, except that we just passed a sign that said “ALBANY, 40 Miles” and I know that’s the state capital. So we must be more than halfway there. Dad said it takes five hours.
Madison glanced over at Aimee, who was still snoring. Stephanie heard the snoring, too, and smiled at Madison from the front seat.
“Do you want to hold Phin?” she asked.
Madison nodded and carefully took the pug onto her lap.
“I think we’ll stop up ahead,” Dad said. “There’s a rest stop. We can grab some coffee or soda and take a bathroom break.”
Phin pressed his pug nose up against the back window, and it steamed up. The air was definitely getting colder. A light snow had begun to fall.
As they pulled off the road into a rest stop, Aimee finally woke up. “Where are we?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. “Look! It’s snowing!”
Outside, flurries were starting to fall faster now. It was as though they’d driven onto a movie set or into a giant Christmas card.
Everyone grabbed a drink and a snack at the rest stop, and then they headed out on to the road again. Dad was struggling a little bit with the map. He was looking for a shortcut to the resort. His client had given him directions for the back-road route, but Dad couldn’t seem to find one of the country roads he was looking for.
“Jeff, dear, take the main highway,” Stephanie advised sweetly.
Madison already knew what was going to happen—and it wasn’t pretty. Dad always refused to do things the easy way.
About a half hour after leaving the rest stop, Madison leaned over to Aimee and whispered, “We’re lost. I can feel it.”
“I heard that!” Dad snapped from the front. “We are not lost. I’m just taking the scenic route. I think the snow’s letting up.”
Stephanie chuckled. “Oh, Jeff, the snow is the least of our worries.”
Kerthunk.
The car moved shakily from side to side.
“What was that?” Aimee cried from the back.
“Yes, Jeff, what was that?” Stephanie asked, clutching her car door. “Was that the tire?”
“Rowwrooooo-rorrrroroooooo!” Phin barked.
Dad sat forward in his seat and gently applied the brake. “I have no idea what the—”
Kerplonk.
“Now, that didn’t sound like a flat tire. Did it?” Dad asked.
“It sounded bad,” Aimee responded.
“You can fix it. Right, Dad?” Madison asked.
All at once, the car lurched forward and then slowed down to a crawl. Dad guided it over to the side of the road. The five of them (including Phinnie) sat there quietly.
Dad pounded his fist on of the dashboard. “This is just my luck!” he cried.
Stephanie put her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry, Jeff.”
Madison liked the way her stepmother acted in stressful situations. Stephanie’s cooler-than-cool demeanor calmed Dad down. Madison remembered how different it had been between Mom and Dad. On family trips, they would make each other more stressed.
“So… are we going to get out of the car?” Aimee asked Madison. She looked over at her friend.
“I don’t know,” Madison said with a shrug.
“Let’s call triple A first,” Stephanie said. The American Automobile Association helped cars in emergencies like this. One call would summon a tow truck and mechanic to come and help fix the car.
“Oh, no.” Dad stared straight ahead at the steering wheel. “You won’t believe this, Stephanie. I left my card in my other wallet.”
“You forgot your card? When we were taking a major road trip?” Stephanie said. “Jeff, how could you do that?”
Madison and Aimee didn’t say a word more.
Dad hung his head. “We were so rushed, I just—”
“Here, use my card,” Stephanie said, pulling it out of her purse with a smile.
Dad leaned over and brushed Stephanie’s cheek with his hand. “Thank you,” he said.
When they got out of the Jeep, everyone saw the problem right away: not just one but two very flat tires.
Luckily there was still decent cell reception even though the hills were all around. Madison and Aimee waited near the car while Dad and Stephanie walked a bit down the road to make the phone call. Phin sniffed around the flat tires.
“Hey, Aim, do you see that?” Madison asked Aimee, pointing into the sky.
Aimee was too busy primping to notice. Her hair and outfit had gotten mussed when she fell asleep in the backseat.
Madison craned her neck to look up into the sky. Right above the Jeep, a group of crows circled around. They cawed loudly. She wondered if it were a bad omen.
Were flat tires and crows signs of bad luck that couldn’t be shaken?
Was the trip to Big Mountain headed for big problems?
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About the Author
Author Laura Dower has a lot in common with Madison Finn: They’re both only children and they both love dogs, the color orange, and books! Laura has written more than ninety kids’ books to date, including twenty-five in the series From the Files of Madison Finn. Her other books include the new Palace Puppies series and For Girls Only, a guide to girl stuff. When she’s not writing, Laura loves to garden, sing (loudly), and volunteer as a scout leader for her daughter and two sons. She and her family live in New York. Want to be keypals? Drop her a note at www.lauradower.com.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Text copyright © 2004 by Laura Dower
cover design by Connie Gabbert
978-1-4804-2268-1
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