“Not Sylvia. Who is Chloe?” As if she didn’t have enough on her mind without being haunted by that.
Mimi had no sooner stored away the mystery about Chloe, the happy holidays ahead, and determinedly buried herself in the source book when some one stepped up behind her and covered her eyes with two cold hands. She started to cry out, then remembered where she was. Placards with “SILENCE” were in plain sight all around in case one was prone to forget. Silently she removed the fingers and twisted around. It was Chloe; her glowing dark eyes lighted up her whole beautiful face. Mimi had never seen her so radiant.
“Meet me outside—quick,” she whispered.
Goodbye history reading. Mimi’s insatiable curiosity had the best of her. She followed Chloe out as quickly as she could return the book to the desk.
“Guess what?” Chloe exclaimed when they were safely out of the quiet zone.
Mimi could only think of one thing. Chloe had a clue to her identity.
“You have found out—?” She didn’t know how to say what she was hoping.
“Not that,” Chloe replied quickly sobering up. “But maybe while we’re there we can find out—”
“While we’re where?”
“At Aunt Marcia’s! I just received a letter and she says I may bring someone home for the holidays and, of course, I want you, Mimi. I’m asking you first.”