AUNT MAUD’S SECRET Part 1
“WHAT! SERIOUSLY?”
“Settle down, Martin,” said Ms. Phelps as she poured herself a second mug of coffee that morning. She sat down at the kitchen table, gently blowing on the steam. “Aunt Maud is so excited about her visit and really looking forward to spending time with us. She told me yesterday on the phone her bags were already packed.”
Martin groaned. There was only one thing he wanted to do over fall break, and that was play the latest game, Warlocks, with his best friends, Robert and Jiang. But now that his great-aunt Maud was in town, he doubted his mom would let him stay confined to his room all day just to—“Wait a minute,” he said, struck with a thought. “Where will she sleep?” He narrowed one eye at his mother.
Ms. Phelps sipped her coffee.
“Aw, come on!” he said, comprehending her silence. “Why can’t she sleep on the sofa in the living room, or downstairs in the
