the counter and stared from box to box. âI canât decide,â he said softly. And then he turned to me with a heartbreaking, sad, sad expression on his face. And he whispered, âDanielle, which one do I like?â
I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying. âYou really donât remember?â
He shook his head.
I picked up the box of Golden Grahams and poured him a bowl. A few minutes later, we sat across from each other at the kitchen counter, gulping down our cereal in silence.
Heâs lost his memory, I realized, watching him eat with his left hand again. Heâs forgetting everything. Itâs much worse today.
What am I going to do? Mom and Dad will be home tonight. And when they see what Iâve done to my poor brother â¦
A knock on the kitchen door interrupted my terrifying thoughts.
I heard a familiar shout. And saw Addieâs smiling face through the window. I pulled open the door and dragged her inside. She was wearing a bright yellow V-neck top over a red T-shirt, and green spandex leggings. âOh, Addie, Iâm so glad to see you!â I exclaimed.
She blinked. âUh-oh. Whatâs wrong?â
I pointed to Peter at the counter. He had his spoon halfway to his mouth, but he was staring at Addie. Probably trying to remember who she was.
Addieâs smile faded quickly. âHe isnât any better? He isnât back to normal?â
I shook my head. âHeâheâs forgetting everything. His memoryââ
Addie squeezed my hand. âYou must have really hypnotized him, Danielle. By accident.â
âI guess,â I said. âBut I really canât believe that waving a coin back and forthââ
âYou must feel so awful,â Addie interrupted.
My mouth dropped open. I couldnât hold back. A wave of anger swept over me. âIt was all your idea!â I screamed. âYou brought the stupid book. You told me to go ahead and hypnotize my brother!â
âButâbutââ Addie sputtered.
âOh, wait!â I cried. âAnd something else. I was thinking about this all last night. After I hypnotized Peter and he wouldnât wake up, do you remember what you said to him?â
âHuh? Me?â Addie cried. âWhat? What did I say?â
âI remember it so clearly. You said, âItâs not funny. Forget about it. Enough already.â Thatâs what you said, Addie. â Forget about it! ââ
Her green eyes flashed. âSo? So what?â
âWellâthatâs what he did!â I screeched. âHe forgot about it. Heâhe listened to you, Addie. And when he woke up, he forgot just about everything!â
She let out an angry cry. âYouâre really blaming me? Because I said forget about it ? Itâs all my fault? Danielle, have you gone crazy?â
âIâI donât know!â I wailed. âI donât know what happened, and I donât know what to do. Iâm sorry, Addie. I really am. But IâIâm in a total panic. Iâm so afraid!â
âWell, letâs just try to undo it then,â Addie said through gritted teeth. She stomped toward the living room. âWhereâs the book I left here?â
âHuh? Why? What are you going to do?â I asked, chasing after her.
âSince itâs all my fault, â Addie said bitterly, âIâm going to help fix things. Weâre going to hypnotize him again. Do exactly what you did yesterday. Then when heâs under the spell, Iâll tell him to remember everything. Then weâll bring him out of it, and heâll be fine.â
I realized my heart was pounding. âDo you really thinkâ?â
âYes. Definitely,â Addie said. She gave me a shove. âHurry. Get the book. Weâll be a little late to school, but no big deal. When weâre finished, your brother will be his normal, adorable self.â
âPeter,
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