CHAPTER 9

Celebration

Wolfie’s parents hurried up to them, followed by Fly’s parents. “We’re very proud of both of you,” said her dad.

“Yes, we are,” said Fly’s dad. “Especially those adorable costumes. And now we want to take you both out for ice cream to celebrate.”

“But we came in last,” said Wolfie.

“You have to look on the positive side,” said Fly. “We got an honorable mention. And now we get ice cream.”

They all walked to the ice cream shop together. Wolfie ordered vanilla—it was the only flavor she liked. But Fly dithered over all the choices. “I can’t decide if I should have raspberry caramel swirl or licorice chunky toffee.”

He settled on peanut butter raisin. Their parents went to a table while Wolfie and Fly sat on the step outside. “That was some day,” Fly said.

“I still don’t understand what happened,” said Wolfie.

“Some things just can’t be explained. And now here we are, Wolfie and Fly, eating ice cream together. That’s what I call a moment between friends.”

“I never said we were friends.”

“Okay, fine. But it sure is nice sitting here. You know what? I feel a song coming on.”

“I was afraid of that.”

“I don’t have to sing it if you don’t want me to.”

“It’s weird,” said Wolfie, “but I actually want you to sing it. I’ll see if you keep a steady beat without me.”

“Sweet,” said Fly with a grin as he gave Wolfie his ice cream to hold and picked up his guitar. “Very sweet.”