Chapter 11

Kendal went into the sitting room where her father sipped his coffee and read a newspaper. She hadn’t noticed the night before how much plaid there was in that room—a plaid couch, plaid curtains, plaid pillows. It almost hurt her eyes.

Her father looked at his watch. “We better get going.”

“Did you see a bright red book next to my bed? Did you take it?”

Her father took a sip of his coffee and shook his head. “What was it called?”

Kendal felt weird telling him the name of the book, because it seemed so strange. Besides, like the snowboarder on the mountain, she wondered if she had dreamed up the book.

“We better get going,” her father said. He stood up and put on his jacket. “Make sure you’re dressed in layers. We’ll be outside training most of the day.”