Star Shine
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When their stage-struck mother joins a summer theater group and leaves home for a few weeks, Jenny and Mary convince their dad that they can take care of themselves. Surprisingly, things are actually working out all right, even if the girls tend to bicker.
When a production company comes to town, Mary and everyone else is dying to get a role in the movie. But it’s Jenny who lands the big part. Mary and her friends are furious—especially at Jenny’s nonchalance over getting it. Will Jenny’s new job end up ruining the girls’ summer of freedom?
Constance C. Greene
Constance C. Greene was the author of over twenty highly successful children’s and young adult novels, including the ALA Notable Book A Girl Called Al, Al(exandra) the Great, Getting Nowhere, and Beat the Turtle Drum, which is an ALA Notable Book, an IRA-CBC Children’s Choice, and the basis for the Emmy Award–winning after-school special Very Good Friends.
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Star Shine - Constance C. Greene
CHAPTER ONE
What if I don’t pass?
Jenny sat straight up in bed. Suppose I get left back?
She shot out of bed as if propelled from a cannon and stood on one foot, rigid with shock at the possibility.
What then?
Mary opened an eye and said, Dry up. Go back to sleep. It isn’t even six yet. You always say that and you always pass.
I think I smell pancakes,
Jenny said, sniffing, the end of her nose quivering like a good bird dog’s.
She knew how to get Mary’s attention. Groggy with sleep, Mary sat up and also sniffed. All you smell is the last-day-of-school smell,
Mary said. It smells different from other days. I think that when I’m very old I will remember how the last day of school smells.
Yeah, it’s because of the pancakes. Mother always makes them for us on this day. To celebrate. They smell sweeter than sweet.
Jenny dressed with the speed of a volunteer fireman on the way to a four-alarmer. But when she hit the kitchen, the big yellow bowl used for mixing pancakes was nowhere in sight. Instead, despite the early hour, she found her mother sitting at the table, pushing her hair around and making lists.
I’m sorry I ever got into this,
she told Jenny. I should never have asked all those people. I hate giving parties.
Yeah, well, I’ve got problems too.
Jenny leaned both elbows on the table and said in a tragic voice, What if I don’t pass? What then?
Anchovies!
shouted her mother, writing furiously.
If you don’t, Jen
—her father came in, hunching his shoulders into his jacket—we’ll ship you off to relatives in Borneo and tell everyone you’re taking a trip around the world on a tramp steamer.
What would you think about guacamole? Guacamole is always good, don’t you think?
her mother said.
Is that the stuff that looks like dog poo?
Jenny asked.
Jennifer. Please.
I’m with you, Jen.
Her father poured himself some coffee.
I don’t need remarks like that to start the day.
Her mother frowned. Be constructive. We have thirty people coming for drinks Saturday. I need help.
I didn’t know we knew thirty people,
her father said, looking worried. The house is too small. Where will we put them all? In the garage?
There’s plenty of room. It’s only for drinks. People expect to be crowded at a cocktail party.
If they’re coming for drinks, why do we have to feed them?
her father asked.
You have to give them something to nibble on.
Her mother scribbled again, then looked at both of them. This is insane. Why are you up so early? I hoped to have some peace and quiet, time to get my thoughts organized. Instead, it’s like Grand Central Station in here.
All aboard,
said Jenny’s father.
Mary says the last day of school smells different from other days,
Jenny told them. And I said it was because we almost always have pancakes to celebrate. But I guess not today.
Again the end of her nose quivered as Jenny sniffed elaborately.
Dry cereal today, kids,
her mother said. I’m too busy for pancakes.
How about you, Daddy? You make superior pancakes,
Jenny cajoled.
Sorry, Jen. I have a heavy work load today. That’s why I’m off to such an early start.
Her father kissed her, then her mother. Where’s Mary? Still pounding her ear?
The corners of Jenny’s mouth turned downward, and she fell into the nearest chair, already exhausted.
We get our report cards today,
she said. It’s very tense.
Oh, well, why didn’t you say report cards? This is a serious matter. I’ll try to get home early, Jen, to hold your hand.
After he’d gone, Jenny stared at the top of her mother’s head, willing her to get down the yellow bowl and start mixing. Instead, her mother scratched her ear delicately with the point of her pencil.
What would you think about fondue?
she asked, squinting at Jenny.
Jenny squinted back, considering fondue.
I can, fondue?
she said, making what she considered quite a good joke.
Her mother’s face was blank.
I can, fondue?
Jenny said again. Get it? Instead of saying ‘I can, can you?’ I made it ‘I can, fondue?’
You’re a riot,
her mother said. I need a couple more like you around today, of all days.
Much taken with herself, Jenny proceeded to turn cartwheels, shouting, I can, fondue?
with each one.
What’s all the racket?
Mary stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. Did you save some cakes for me?
Dry cereal today, kid. Mother’s in a sweat planning what to have at the party. How about guacamole?
What’s that?
Mary asked, as Jenny had hoped. It took Mary quite a while to wake up in the morning.
Jenny stuck her face close to Mary’s and said, It’s that stuff that looks like dog poo.
Mary was known for her weak stomach. Especially early in the morning. She put her hand over her mouth and said, I’m going back to bed. Wake me in plenty of time, O.K.?
CHAPTER TWO
At the height of the party, the freckle-faced man popped his eyes at Mary, pretending astonishment.
Alice in Wonderland!
he exclaimed. You are the image of Alice in Wonderland!
Mary turned scarlet and tossed her head, wondering, Is that good?, thinking perhaps it was.
And you.
The man held his beer can tight against his narrow chest in a practiced, two-finger grip as he stooped to bring himself eye to eye with Jenny, who crouched behind her sister, missing nothing.
You are Peter Pan.
His breath smelled strongly of peppermint. Freckles wandered over his face and climbed the steep slope of his forehead into his sparse ginger-colored hair. He was one of their mother’s new friends from the Little Theater group. All the people at the party were. Their father was right. Thirty people was a lot. The din was deafening. They passed the hors d’oeuvres and watched their father circle the edges of the crowd, smiling in the way he had that told them he wished he were somewhere else. He wasn’t keen on Little Theater groups. Or groups of any kind, for that matter. He was a geologist and liked rocks better than people.
The freckle-faced man shook hands with both of them before pushing off into the throng, and they were delighted by his handshake, as soft and rubbery as an old banana.
Dressed in her new jump suit, their mother sparkled in the middle of the room. Last night, trying it on for their benefit, she’d said, You don’t think it’s too much, do you?
They knew she didn’t mean the jump suit’s price.
After a pause Mary had answered, "As a matter of fact, I do think it’s a bit much." But their mother, checking her rear view in the full-length mirror, didn’t seem to hear.
Now, laughing and gesturing extravagantly and flicking her eyelashes in a manner Mary thought highly unbecoming, their mother held court. Jenny thought only that a speck of dirt must be lodged in her mother’s eye. To Jenny, her mother was dazzling.
She better watch it,
Mary muttered, turning away.
Would you care for some?
Jenny said.
Oh, guacamole! My favorite!
The woman heaped a taco and popped it into her mouth.
Our mother makes excellent guacamole,
Jenny said with a straight face.
The woman apparently agreed. Don’t go ’way,
she said, heaping another taco with the guacamole. Mary dug one finger into the middle of Jenny’s back and kept it there. Jenny jiggled a bit, trying to escape Mary’s finger, with no success.
The woman, who had a stout front and a shiny, stretched face, said to them, Your mother’s very young for her age, isn’t she?
The woman’s lips scarcely moved as she spoke, and Jenny, who only last year had planned on becoming a ventriloquist, thought the woman would make an excellent one.
She is?
they said in unison.
The woman didn’t seem to expect an answer. I’m making a pig of myself,
she said, helping herself to still more guacamole. They didn’t argue with her.
The woman drained her glass, never taking her eyes off them. When she reached the bottom and the pale, cold clink of ice cubes jangled in her face, she seemed surprised. Finally she opened her mouth, as if to say something further, changed her mind, closed her mouth, and walked away.
Why didn’t you tell her what it reminds you of?
Mary asked, and they both went into spasms of giggles. A tall, thin man wearing a navy blue jacket with brass buttons and wildly patterned pants, said, Let me in on the joke.
Have some guacamole?
Jenny said, and the man shook his head and said, I’m watching my weight.
He peered down at them. I never would’ve expected your mother to have such great huge progeny,
he told them, grinning at them. His teeth, they saw, were half white, half yellow, like the kernels in an ear of sugar-and-gold corn, and in spite of themselves they were impressed, never having seen such teeth before.
We’re not progeny,
Mary said. The word was new to her, and she was offended at a total stranger’s calling them such a thing.
The man flashed his teeth again and said, You sure look like progeny to me,
before melting into the crowd.
I need a refill,
said Jenny, looking at the bowl of guacamole.
I can’t believe they eat that stuff,
Mary said.
At cocktail parties,
Jenny told her,