Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Chapter One
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Chapter Two
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Chapter Three
- Ten
- Eleven
- Chapter Four
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Chapter Five
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Chapter Six
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Chapter Seven
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Chapter Eight
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Chapter Nine
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Ten
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Chapter Eleven
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Chapter Twelve
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirteen
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Chapter Fourteen
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Chapter Fifteen
- The Following Summer
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
Her mother reached down to stroke Digger the dog’s head. “Oh, he’s not so bad.”
Afraid things were about to get mushy, Ali offered to help Gigi back to her room. She had so many questions, questions she probably should have asked Digger years ago, and she knew she’d be more successful getting answers from Gigi.
“Why do you think we have these powers?” she asked when she’d settled Gigi in bed.
Gigi patted the spot next to her. “Do you have enough energy for a good story? I know it can be tiring when a Copycat first learns how to use their powers.”
Ali dropped onto the bed and cuddled up to Gigi. “Is this a true story or make-believe?”
“I guess that depends upon the person hearing the story. Once upon a time . . .”
Chapter Six
Harnessing Fog
Since ancient times, the condensation from fog has been gathered using rudimentary fog catchers, typically draped cloth that is later wrung out. There is no record that I can find of the use of such fog catchers in the Bay of Fundy.
—PERCIVAL T. SLOANE,
A History of Fog in the Bay of Fundy (1932)
See if G. G. will lend me and Digger some old sheets.
By the way, I’m never getting married—Digger
You better. I’m not taking care of you forever
—Teddy
Seventeen
“The story shouldn’t begin with once upon a time if it’s the truth,” said Ali. Her day had been fantastical enough without Gigi making things up.
“Humph. You’re right, but theoretically, even if it’s true, it did start once upon a time.”
Ali gave her a hard stare.
“Fine, fine. How about this? A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away . . .”
“Gigi!”
“Fine. I’ll just jump in. According to Sloane family lore, the first time a Copycat appeared in the Sloane family tree was in 1773. Her name was Euphemia Stewart Sloane. Stewart was her maiden name. She was a domestic servant traveling with a Scottish family named MacKenzie who were emigrating to Canada aboard a ship called the Hector. She was so inconsequential, which I suppose a lot of servants were in those days, that her name isn’t recorded in the ship’s manifest.”
“What’s a manifest?”
“A record of who and what a ship carries.”
“But if Euphemia wasn’t listed in the manifest, how do we know she was on board?”
Gigi pushed her glasses down her nose and turned to look at Ali. “We know. Now do you want me to tell the story or not?”
“Tell the story.”
“Thank you. The Hector was a ship well past her prime, used to transport immigrants to North America. Her boards were rotting, and the people who’d organized the voyage jammed her full of more passengers than she was permitted to carry.”
“Did they get in trouble?”