“What sort of stuff are you going to have in your cookbook?” Laurel asked.
“I haven’t given it too much thought, yet,” Zoe said, “But I know I want omelets for sure and maybe French toast.”
“A breakfast book?” Laurel asked.
“And lunch and dinner and lots of snacks in between,” Zoe told her.
CHAPTER 9
The next Monday atschool, Ethan spotted Courtney near the principal’s office and hurried to catch up with her. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
She blinked at him and flicked his tie with her finger. “I forgot you worked here.”
“So, we’ve established why I’m here, but what about you?”
Courtney sighed. “I’m looking for something I’m afraid my daughter lost.”
“Daughters.” He made a face. “They can be a problem.”
“Especially those pesky preteens.”
“That’s the truth,” he agreed. “What did Laurel lose? Other than Hannah’s friendship, of course.”
Courtney looked baffled. “Hannah and Laurel are friends again. Didn’t you know?”
“When did that happen? I thought they’d never recover from the Jon Frank fracas.”
“Well, last I heard, Jon is now going out with Polly Pennington, so the girls can be united in hating Polly.”
“And they’re friends? You’re sure of it?”
“Absolutely. Laurel invited Hannah over to swim in Grandma Lillian’s pool, and Hannah agreed to come. Hasn’t she asked you?”
Now that Courtney mentioned it, that morning Hannah had asked him about going swimming.
“How’s Zoe?” Ethan asked.
