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Bobby's Closet
Chiller 26
(page 2 of 3)
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His mother was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee and
watching a morning news program on television.
"Mom! Mom! I can't find that sweatshirt Aunt Jean brought me
from France!" Bobby really did like the sweatshirt. It was bright
red and had a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it.
"Just a minute," his mother said. "I want to hear this." Bobby
looked at the television screen.
 He saw a photo of the mean-looking man who had escaped last week
from the local jail. The woman talking said that the police had at
first thought the dangerous criminal was hiding somewhere in the
city. Now they had decided he had left town. They were no longer
looking for him here.
Then the woman started talking about something else. Bobby's
mother turned to him. "What did you say?"
"I said I can't find the sweatshirt that Aunt Jean brought me
from France." "It's hanging in your closet."
"I didn't see it."
Bobby didn't think of this as a lie. He really hadn't
seen the sweatshirt, because he hadn't looked for it.
"Well, I don't have time to look for it now, Bobby. I have to
leave for work. You have some clean clothes in the laundry room.
Just wea
r those."
This wasn't exactly what Bobby had expected to happen, but at
least he wouldn't have to go back to his room before he went to
school. He'd just make sure his mother looked inside his closet
before he went to bed that night.
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