BooksBarbecue
Back The Copycat Save as PDF
Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Chapter One
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Chapter Two
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Chapter Three
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Chapter Four
  19. Twelve
  20. Thirteen
  21. Fourteen
  22. Chapter Five
  23. Fifteen
  24. Sixteen
  25. Chapter Six
  26. Seventeen
  27. Eighteen
  28. Nineteen
  29. Chapter Seven
  30. Twenty
  31. Twenty-One
  32. Twenty-Two
  33. Chapter Eight
  34. Twenty-Three
  35. Twenty-Four
  36. Twenty-Five
  37. Chapter Nine
  38. Twenty-Six
  39. Twenty-Seven
  40. Chapter Ten
  41. Twenty-Eight
  42. Twenty-Nine
  43. Thirty
  44. Thirty-One
  45. Chapter Eleven
  46. Thirty-Two
  47. Thirty-Three
  48. Thirty-Four
  49. Thirty-Five
  50. Chapter Twelve
  51. Thirty-Six
  52. Thirty-Seven
  53. Thirty-Eight
  54. Chapter Thirteen
  55. Thirty-Nine
  56. Forty
  57. Forty-One
  58. Forty-Two
  59. Chapter Fourteen
  60. Forty-Three
  61. Forty-Four
  62. Forty-Five
  63. Forty-Six
  64. Forty-Seven
  65. Chapter Fifteen
  66. The Following Summer
  67. About the Author
  68. About the Publisher

“Look . . . I’ll try, but don’t get your hopes up. Do you want to eat lunch together tomorrow? Murray and Cassie and I have eaten in Mr. Corby’s classroom the past couple of days because they were working on a project, but we’re eating in the cafeteria tomorrow.”

That was one mystery solved.

“Okay.” Surely the rule about not making friends too soon didn’t apply to cousins.

Alfie swung his knapsack as he walked away. When he reached the sidewalk, he turned. “I’m glad you came to debate team!”

Chapter Three

Deadly Whirlpools and Fog: A Disaster in the Making

The second-largest whirlpool in the world, the Old Sow, is found near Deer Island, where the Passamaquoddy Bay meets the Bay of Fundy. Harold Lord of Lord’s Cove, Deer Island, recalls accidentally going through the Old Sow on his small schooner, the Island Girl, in 1897, whilst returning home in the fog. “There was a great sucking sound, and the water roiled and boiled around me. Were it not for the wits of my first mate, Lionel Lord, and his ability to maintain a course around the funnel, the Island Girl and its three passengers would have been lost.

—PERCIVAL T. SLOANE,

A History of Fog in the Bay of Fundy (1932)

Ten

Digger was in the kitchen making apple pies when Ali arrived home. She wasn’t surprised that he didn’t glance up when she came in. Whenever Digger baked, it meant he was stressed.

“What’s up?” she asked.

He didn’t respond right away. The only sound was the dull rumble of the rolling pin as he worked to flatten the pie dough. A couple of minutes passed, and then he flashed her a strained smile. “Gigi’s cough got worse this morning. I called the doctor, and he had me bring her in. He’s worried it might turn into pneumonia, so she’s confined to bed.”

Ali started to get up, but Digger held up a floury hand. “She’s asleep. You can see her when she wakes up. She needs to rest.”

Ali sat down and ran her fingers through her hair, a nervous habit her mother loathed because it resulted in Ali’s hair going everywhere. Gigi being sick frightened Ali. Gigi was so old; sometimes she reminded Ali of the stuffed birds and mammals mounted in display cases at the New Brunswick Museum: fragile and liable to fall apart if handled too much. It wasn’t fair. She had so much more to learn about Gigi and her remarkable life. Even worse, if something happened to Gigi, Alfie would never get to know her at all.

Time to share some happy news. “I met Alfie today.”

Digger’s eyes lit up. He put down the rolling pin and leaned against the counter.

“What’s he like?”

“You’d like him so much, Digger. He’s funny and smart.”

“Is he tall?”