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“You just got ten dollars from Grandma for your birthday.” “We could ride our bikes to the 7-Eleven,” she said. “Huh? So, whaddya wanna do?” she asked for the third time. Evan had to answer it or explain why he wouldn’t. “So, whaddya wanna do?” Jessie asked again, nudging him with her foot.

It made it really hard to tell her to bug off without telling her to BUG OFF! Whenever Evan did that, he felt bad. She just went right on acting as if everything were great. Jessie never got it when you were giving her the Big Freeze. “It’s gonna be hot a-a-a-all week,” Jessie continued. “She tried to move the air conditioner, but it’s too heavy,” said Jessie.Įvan tightened up his lips. It was like having a chestful of bats, beating their wings, fighting to get out. He was starting to feel words piling up inside him, crowding his lungs, forcing out all the air. “Working.” She groaned as she said the word.Įvan didn’t say anything. “Mom’s back in her office,” said Jessie, lying down on the couch. If he kept it up, Jessie might just leave him alone. He talked in a flat voice, trying to sound like the most boring person on the whole planet. “It’s too hot with the lights on,” he said. What are you doing down here? How come the lights are off?” “I thought you were a sleeping bag,” she said. He suddenly felt stupid lying there in the dark. “Hey! Watch it, would ya?” said Evan, swatting her leg. ? She inched her way toward him, then kicked him with her bare foot.

“Evan? Is that you?” Jessie took one short step into the basement. A black outline of Jessie standing on the bottom step with daylight squirting all around her. He heard the door start to close-long breath out-but then it stopped and opened again. The only thing that moved was the pins-and-needles prickling in his fingers. “Evan? You down there?”Įvan held his breath. “Evan?” Jessie’s voice sounded echo-y in the darkness. It was that kind of weather: giving-up kind of weather. The house just wasn’t that big.Įvan had his hand on the railing when the scraping noise stopped. He’d been avoiding her for two days now, and it was getting harder by the minute. And hopefully Jessie wouldn’t be in the kitchen at all. Hopefully she wouldn’t ask him why he was hiding in the dark basement. His mom was strong, but this was a two- person job. The Treskis had been walking around it all week. The man from Sears had installed a brand- new one but left the old one sitting right in the middle of the kitchen floor. Probably the broken air conditioner.Ī week ago, right at the beginning of the heat wave, the air conditioner in his mother’s attic office had broken. His mother was dragging something heavy across the kitchen floor. On the floor above he heard footsteps-his mother’s-and then a long, loud scraping-groaning sound. And the thought that if he missed he’d probably break his nose made the game just interesting enough to keep going. The ball made a satisfying sound as it slapped his palm. Sales results can be posted and compared with other players from around the world on the Internet's "Lemonade Stock Exchange.Evan lay on his back in the dark, throwing the baseball up in a straight line and catching it in his bare hands. To ensure profits don't turn sour, players must manage inventories, hire employees, study the market, and set prices, while changing their recipes as crowds and conditions change on a continual basis. Players will put the squeeze on the competition as they place their lemonade stands throughout 19 locations and famous landmarks around New York City. Make a splash in the Big Apple by juicing up your profits in Lemonade Tycoon 2: New York Edition.