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Authors: Diane Muldrow

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After dinner that night, the twins checked their e-mail. “Peichi’s online,” Amanda noticed the moment they brought up their Buddy List. The twins were squeezed into the same chair, but since Amanda was closest to the mouse, she did the typing.
 
Mooretimes2: Hi, whazzup?
 
Molly and Amanda sat back and waited for Peichi’s reply. “Let me try again,” Amanda suggested when no reply appeared.
 
Mooretimes2:
nobody there?????
 
“Why isn’t she answering?” Molly wondered.
“Maybe she’s busy doing research on the Internet for school,” Amanda suggested. She really hoped so, because that would mean Peichi was taking her schoolwork seriously again.
“She’s probably looking up stuff about Chinese New Year,” Molly said. “That’s all she ever thinks about lately.”
“I think that’s all over with now,” Amanda said.
“Why?” Molly asked. “Has something happened?”
Amanda bit her lip. It felt strange to keep Peichi’s secret from Molly. The twins usually told each other
everything. But I’m doing the right thing,
Amanda told herself.
Molly will find out soon enough. It’s Peichi’s thing to tell her, anyway—not mine.
Shawn’s name appeared on the buddy list, so Amanda sent an IM to her.
mooretimes2 :
Hi, whazzup?
qtpie490: A
lot! Did you see Peichi’s e-mail?
mooretimes2:
No. Checking. brb
Molly and Amanda switched over to e-mail and found the message from Peichi.
To:
mooretimes2, qtpie490, BrooklynNatasha
From:
happyface
Re:
Really, really sorry
Hi Chef Girls,
I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but lately I haven’t been paying a lot of attention to school. Today it caught up with me and I brought home three tests with really bad grades. They had to be signed and my parents took this bad news super seriously. How seriously? For starters, I’m grounded. I can’t hang out with you all until my grades come back up. And no Dish. These grades will definitely bring down my average a lot and it could take a while to get my grades up again.
There’s even more. My parents aren’t sure you guys can come over for Chinese New Year anymore. They said they thought they could treat me like an adult this year but maybe they were wrong. That hurts a lot more than being grounded.
And also, I can’t use the phone or the computer until my grades come up. I’m only allowed to use it tonight so I can write this e-mail. After this, you won’t be hearing from me online for awhile.
I’m so glad that at least I have to go to school. At least I’ll have some way to see all of you. I’m sorry I won’t be around to help with Dish jobs and I just hope I’ll have my grades straightened out before the big job with Mrs. Kramer. I never wanted to let you guys down, but it looks like I have.
Peichi
“Wow!” Molly said, exhaling. “That’s terrible. Poor Peichi. I feel so sorry for her.”
“I do, too,” Amanda agreed. “You should have seen her this afternoon. She was crying and everything.” She turned to see Molly staring at her with a shocked, confused expression. “What?” Amanda asked.
“You knew this afternoon but you didn’t tell me?” Molly asked. “I thought we tell each other everything. I told you when I found Natasha’s journal, didn’t I?”
“I know you did, Molls. And I usually tell you everything, too,” Amanda began slowly. “But Peichi asked me not to tell anyone until she was ready for everyone to know. What would you have done, Molly? Broken your promise to Peichi? I know you wouldn’t have, and I didn’t want to, either.”
“I guess you’re right,” Molly admitted. In some ways, she was impressed that Amanda had been able to keep the secret. In other ways, though, it made her feel uneasy. The twins never kept secrets from each other and she didn’t like the idea of starting now.
“I’m kind of tired,” Molly said. “I’m going to bed.”
“Okay. Me too. First I’m going to get back to Shawn, though,” Amanda said.
Molly nodded and got up from her chair, which nearly sent Amanda sprawling to the ground. “Sorry,” she said.
“No problem, Amanda replied. “Molly, you’re not mad that I kept Peichi’s secret, are you?”
“No, I’m not,” Molly answered honestly. “I think you did the right thing.”
“Thanks,” Amanda said. “I’ll see you upstairs.”
Chapter 7
“
P
eichi!” Molly called after her friend the next day in school right before homeroom. “Wait up.” She hurried down the hall to catch up. “I have to talk to you.”
Peichi looked pale and had circles under her eyes. Molly figured that she hadn’t slept much the night before.
“Hey,” Peichi said. She brightened when she saw Molly. “I’m so glad you’re speaking to me! I was afraid you would want to kick me out of Dish after everything!”
“What?” Molly shrieked. “We would never kick you out of Dish. Why would you even
think
that?”
“I was so worried that you guys would feel like I really let you down,” Peichi replied. “This is the second time I’ve gotten myself grounded right when Dish had a huge job!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Molly said with a laugh. “We all get grounded sometimes. Listen, I had an idea. Why don’t you come to my tutoring sessions with Athena for help in math?”
Peichi wrapped Molly in a hug. “That sounds great, Molly. Thanks so much!”
“No problem,” Molly said.
“Now wish me luck. Mr. Degregorio wants me to come see him during homeroom period.”
“What does he want? Do you know?” Molly asked.
Peichi shook her head. “No. But my parents left him a message yesterday asking to speak to him about my grades! They want to have a conference! It’s totally embarrassing!
“Mr. D. is nice,” Molly said. “Don’t worry about talking to him.”
Despite Molly’s encouragement, Peichi was worried when she walked into his classroom. Would he think less of her for failing a major test in his class? Peichi liked Mr. D. and wanted him to think of her as a good student.
“Hi, Peichi,” he greeted her when she went to his room. “Come in and have a seat. I got the message from your parents and I’m going to call them back. Will anyone be home at lunchtime?”
“My mother will.”
“Good. I wanted to talk to you before I spoke to your mother. Peichi, you’re one of my brightest students. I’ve been worried about you, wondering why your grades have suddenly slipped. Could you possibly need an eye exam? It seems as if you haven’t been doing the reading assignments. Sometimes a student will stop reading if his or her eyes are strained.”
Peichi looked down at the floor as her face turned red. “It’s not my eyes,” she admitted. “I guess I just got majorly distracted. I really am back on track now and I want to get my grades up as quickly as I can.”
“That’s great news,” Mr. D. said. “I’m happy to hear it.”
“I—I was wondering if there was anything I could do for extra credit,” Peichi asked hesitantly. “I could do a project or a report or—something.”
Mr. D. folded his arms thoughtfully and pushed back in his chair. “I’d have to offer the whole class the same chance or it wouldn’t be fair,” he said, as if he were thinking aloud. “But you’re not the only one who would benefit from a chance to improve his or her grade. Okay! How about this? Write up a paragraph proposing an extra credit project you’d like to work on. Tell me exactly what you’d like to do and when you’ll turn it in.”
“That sounds great!” Peichi cried.
“Don’t start it until I approve it,” warned Mr. D. “I’ll give you more details in class when I tell the other students about it.”
Peichi felt a wave of relief come over her. “Thank you so much!” she said. “I really appreciate it, Mr. D.”
Mr. D. smiled. “You’re welcome, Peichi. Now you’d better get back to homeroom.”
“I will. Right away,” she said, backing out the door. Peichi nearly skipped back to homeroom. With Molly’s tutor to help her in math, and this project to boost her social studies mark, she was going to get back on track.
“What should we make for dinner. Dad?” Shawn asked later that day as she peered into their freezer. “We have chicken cutlets. I could show you how to make chicken piccata. It’s a Dish specialty.”
“Sounds good,” Mr. Jordan agreed.
Shawn took out the pack of chicken cutlets and defrosted it in the microwave. Cooking tonight with her dad had put her in a really good mood. Before Shawn had learned how to cook, they ate a lot of frozen food and takeout. Now, it always made her happy to cook something fresh and delicious with her dad.
Shawn crouched in front of the bottom cabinets that held the pots and pans. Way in back, she spotted the large frying pan she was looking for. With lots of clanging and banging of cookware, she reached in and pulled it to the front. The pan looked really old—its surface was covered with scratches, dents, and flaking metal. Maybe another pan would be better.
Setting the first pan aside, she reached in for another, slightly smaller frying pan.
“Ew,”
she muttered when she inspected it. This one was in even worse shape than the first one.
“What’s the matter?” Mr. Jordan asked, looking up from the tests he was grading at the kitchen table. Shawn’s dad was a professor at Brooklyn College.
Shawn rocked back on her heels and stood. “What’s with these gross old pans, Dad? They’re, like, a hundred years old.”
Her father smiled and took the pot from her hands. “I can tell you exactly how old they are,” he said. “They’re fifteen years old. Your mother and I got them as a wedding present.”
“I suppose I can use one of them for tonight, but we need to replace these,” Shawn said. “It’s probably not even healthy to cook on these, Dad! What if this surface stuff that’s coming off gets in our food?”
“You’re right,” Mr. Jordan agreed. “I’ll scrub this pan down really well and then tomorrow we’ll go pick out some new ones.
“Yay!” Shawn cheered. “Now the next question is, do we have capers?”
“Capers?” her dad asked. “Do you mean those little green, round things that come in a jar?”
“Yeah. We have them?”
“No and, to be honest, there’s a reason we don’t. I can’t stand them. I know how to make chicken parmigiana. Could we have that instead? We can put it in a glass baking dish instead of one of those old pans,” he added, laughing.
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