
Bailey, why do you ask me that every time I call you into my office?" she said, eyeing him over the top of her glasses. "Am I in trouble?" Conner said when he sat down in front of her desk.

Peters, had called him into her office to present him with a very exciting opportunity. He couldn't help it-he was excited!Īt the end of the previous school year, Conner's principal, Mrs. Once he had added the missing (and vital) articles to his suitcase, Conner sat on the edge of his bed and took a deep breath. "Oh, pants!" he said, thankful that he'd remembered. He looked around his room, wondering what else a kid could need in Europe. "I've got seven T-shirts, four sweaters, my lucky rock, two scarves, my other lucky rock, underwear, socks, pajamas, my lucky poker chip, and my toothbrush." "Okay, I think I have everything," Conner said, and he counted the items in his suitcase. It was more than he needed but a traumatizing sleepover in kindergarten that ended in a wet bed had taught Conner to always be generous when packing underwear.

"You never know, there could be a lot of puddles in Europe."Ĭonner retrieved ten or so pairs of underwear from his dresser and laid them out on his bed. "I'll be in Germany for three days… so I should probably bring twelve pairs of socks." He confidently nodded, and tossed a dozen pairs of socks into his suitcase. But looking up at his clock and realizing he only had seven hours before he needed to be at the airport forced him to turn the television off and focus on packing. There was just something about a female captain piloting her crew away from an evil alien race that he couldn't take his eyes off. Reruns of a dramatic television show set in outer space did nothing to stop his procrastination.

He had known for months he was going to Europe but had waited until the night before his departure to pack. Robert Gordon's house was a shadow that moved back and forth: It was his stepson, Conner Bailey, pacing around his bedroom. It was half past midnight and only one light was on in all the homes on Sycamore Drive.
