It’s pretty creepy when some stranger follows you, spies on you, and tries to discover the deep, dark, half-cool, half-rotten secret that only your two closest friends in the world know about. It’s even creepier when it happens three times in one day.
It all started Monday morning, when Mookie and I were walking to school. He’d stayed over that weekend because his parents had won a free dinner at a restaurant in Vermont. Since we lived in New Jersey, it took them a while to get up there.
"I hope they bring me maple syrup," Mookie said