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KBFeldman Books
September 2013
On Sale: September 4, 2013
Featuring: Lettie Endquist; Bert Endquist; Joel Endquist
232 pages
ISBN: 1492792195
EAN: 9781492792192
Kindle: B00EZCFZ5E
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Romance, Young Adult, Contemporary
"“So. Let’s get started.” He squinted up at the sun, just approaching its height. “We’ve got a good eight to nine hours before it gets dark. Plan is to bushwhack our way around the island, look for the best spot to cut through to the center, and make a site for the tents and the latrine.” He reached into one of the moldy canvas bags he’d brought and pulled out four big knives with curved blades. He slung the bag over his head and behind his back. “Know what these are?” “Cool! Swords!” Bert was already reaching for one. I had seen them in the army/navy store in Provincetown. I didn’t know anyone actually used them, I thought they were more sort of decorative, or if you were a veteran remembering your days in Nam. “You’re giving an eight-year- old a machete. Isn’t there some law against that, child labor or something?” “Now you’re a joker, huh? You need to work on your delivery.” “Seriously, he can’t use that thing. He’ll cut off his leg.” “Yes, I can, I can. See?” Bert grabbed for a machete and then swung wildly to cut down a mass of green growth. I didn’t know what it was; all the plants were different down here and grew bigger overnight. I’d seen in the paper that some of the vines in Key West were so strong they pulled down telephone lines. “No blood, huh? All set then. We’ll go this way,” he put his leash hand on Gertrude’s shoulder, “and you two go that way. We’ll meet at that big tree in a couple hours, report our progress.” He waved vaguely at the great trees that crowded the central part of the island (like the whole island wasn’t covered in trees). “And you better have made some.” He put one of the big duffels over his other shoulder. “You look out for Bert, okay, Leticia?” Gertrude quavered. “Like I ever do anything else,” I muttered. “And don’t worry about me or anything. I’m all set for Jungleland here, plenty of preparation.” “Clearly her mouth is her best weapon. Let’s go, True. Time’s a waitin’,” and then they were off. She didn’t even look back. “Wasting, you idiot.” “Annie?” “Yeah?” “Is he serious?”"