“Geez, you would’ve thought I’d committed a crime or something,” Mavis’s mother said as she took pizza out of the microwave. “It looked like a sugar bowl to me. How was I supposed to know it was for salt?”
She cut the pizza into slices and dropped one onto a paper plate for Mavis.
“Who ever heard of a salt cellar, anyway?” she said.
While Mavis ate her pizza, her mother went on and on about Mrs. Tully.
How she’d gotten so irritated when her mother didn’t know how to cook artichokes.
And who cares whether you serve the chicken platter from the left or the right?
And what’s the point of having dishes that you can’t even put in the dishwasher?
But Mavis wasn’t listening.
She was thinking.
Could she convince Rose to go with her to Wonderland?
If she could, where would they get another bicycle? Mavis had only seen one in the garage.
If they did get another bicycle, would they be able to find Wonderland?
And if they did, could they get in?
If they got in, would Henry still be there?
So many questions.