When we got there it totally lived up to the hype. The food was better than Rhonda had suggested. Either that or I was quickly getting my appetite back and cardboard would have been just as tasty as the huge pepperoni pizza they ordered. Seamus and Alex shared one with so much meat that I thought it was going to crash through the table it was so heavy.
Rhonda wolfed almost three slices and then was toe-tapping trying to speed the rest of us up. So much for …show more content…
"Sure, but if she lets you win I’ll be throwing more than pepperoni at you."
I laughed as we walked to the putt-putt area. I’d never played putt-putt before and quickly decided that go-karts were my speed because you know they actually had speed. I mean, I enjoyed spending time with my friends, but, wow, golf was boring even on the miniature scale. The only time it was fun was when Rhonda would have a tantrum about her ball not going into the hole. That girl was serious about golf. Well, she was serious about anything that was competition and with her propensity for throwing things I made the mental note to not go bowling with her. Ever.
When we reached the last hole, I was winning by a lot. My ability to hit a target applied just as well to putt-putt as crumbled up paper in a trash bin. Rhonda and Alex decided that they were going to battle it out for second place. He was beating her by a point. Alex set his ball down and shimmied in front of it. He tapped it and it didn’t even come close to the hole. It took him two more hits to get into the cup. Rhonda smiled. She placed her ball, squinted her eyes, and whacked it. Hole in one. I walked up and set my ball.
"Wait," Rhonda said. "Close your eyes. I want to see if you can make it that …show more content…
I opened my eyes and watched as the ball tipped into the cup. I shrugged.
"That is just not right," Rhonda scoffed. "Let's go dig for fossils. My little psyche can’t handle another loss."
Turns out it wasn’t just fossils we were mining for, it was gemstones as well. It wasn’t nearly as fun as go-karts. It was late when we got there and so it was mostly empty. We were wrist deep in the sand when Rhonda decided to be serious.
"So what are we going to do about the guy shipping stuff?" Rhonda glanced up at me.
"I’m betting he’s changed the date," Alex added.
"No doubt. He as much told me that," I said, plucking a tiny little dark chunk from the sand. "My guess, is that we need to get better at spying, which I’ve been thinking about. My last dissection partner talked my ear off about computers. Maybe he could hack into the security system or maybe he knows someone that