Today is Friday.
Sharon asked Andrew to look close and told him that she had got six on her nose. Andrew said that was a big deal and a lot of good six would do. Sharon told Andrew that he could get as many as he wanted and six had been enough for herself, and that all depended on how much freckle juice he drank. Andrew didn’t believe Sharon for a minute. Not one minute! There was no such thing as freckle juice. Andrew had never heard of it before. That night Andrew had trouble sleeping. He kept thinking about freckle juice. Maybe the reason no one on his family had freckles was because no one knew the secret recipe. If they never even heard of freckle juice, then how could they have any freckles? It figured! Andrew didn’t like the idea of paying Sharon for anything. And fifty cents was a lot of money. It was five whole weeks of allowance! But he decided that if Sharon’s recipe didn’t work, he’d ask for his money back. It was easy. The next morning Andrew turned the combination of his safe-bank to just the right numbers. Four on top and zero on the bottom. He took out five dimes. He wrapped them in a tissue and stuffed the whole thing in his pocket. He didn’t have time to wash his ears or neck or anything. He wanted to see Sharon before the last bell rang.
