It had been raining for three days.
Mavis was bored.
She and Rose had been to the gatehouse every day.
Sometimes the three of them played cards, but most of the time they stared out at the rain, which left little rivers running along the edges of the streets of Magnolia Estates. The heat left the gatehouse windows cloudy with steam and the air smelling like mildew.
Mavis couldn’t wait until she and Rose went to Wonderland.
If only the rain would stop.
And, speaking of Rose, Mavis could hardly believe that she had convinced Amanda to let them borrow her bike. Such an un-Rose-like thing to do!
But Mavis was a little worried that Rose might change her mind about going to Wonderland. The more it rained, the more Mavis worried. She also worried that if they waited much longer, Henry might be gone. Since he didn’t race anymore, would he still be at Wonderland? And if he wasn’t, where would he be?
Mavis had never been a worrier.
But now she was.
Not as much as Rose, of course, but still …
If only it would stop raining so she and Rose could go to Wonderland.