4. Eggs and Sweaty and Other

4 Eggs and Sweaty and Other Stuff Just as I was getting hope… another car pulled up. And phooey! Sitting in the backseat was— "MAY! MAY! MAY'S HERE!" she shouted through the open window. She was clapping and cheering for herself. Then she jumped out of the car. And she ran to Lucille's family. And she started shaking all their hands. "Hello! Hello! I'm May! And I've come to

win the golden egg!" she told them. She skipped to Lucille and held out her dress. "Look, Lucille! Look! Look! My dress is frilly just like yours!" she said. "I gave this outfit a lot of thought. 'Cause I wanted us to look like best friends today!" She threw her arm around Lucille's shoulder. Sheldon ran up and took it off. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You'll have to pick someone else to be your best friend, May," he said. "Lucille is my best friend these days. Remember?" May stood there a second. Then she leaned into Sheldon's face. "You're not fooling anyone, Mr. Potts. You're just pretending to like Lucille, the same as I am," she said. "You're just trying to get her to tell you where the golden egg is."

Lucille looked shocked at that comment. "That's not true! Is it, Sheldon? You're not just pretending to like me, right?" she asked. "'Cause I told you before… I don't know

where the golden egg is. My daddy hid it all by himself. And he wouldn't let me peek." She glanced at her daddy very annoyed. "I tried to make him tell me where he hid it, Shelsie. But Daddy locked his lips. And he threw away the key." Sheldon clenched his fists. "Drat! The old invisible-key trick," he said. "I hate that one!" Finally, he took a breath and calmed himself down. Then he patted Lucille very sweet. "Don't worry, my springy little lamb," he said. "I will still find the golden egg and win the playdate. I'm positive I will." He lowered his voice kind of private. "I'm wearing a lucky charm today," he said real soft. Lucille's mouth came open at that news. "A lucky charm?" she shouted. "You have a lucky charm? What is it, Shelsie? What is it?"

Sheldon pointed down at his shirt. "See that little egg dribble on my collar right there?" he asked. "That little egg dribble ran off my chin at breakfast. And look, Lucille… it landed on my collar, in the exact shape of—" He paused real dramatic. "…an egg," he whispered. Lucille did a shiver. "Ooooh, Shelsie! That seems like magic, almost," she said. Sheldon nodded. "I know it, Lucille. It seems exactly like magic, almost," he said. "My grampa Ned has had every shirt stain in the book. And he said that when egg dribble lands in the shape of an egg, it means—" Sheldon swallowed hard. "…may the egg be with me." Lucille did another shiver. Sheldon smiled.

"With a magic-egg shirt like this, I can't lose today, Lucille," he said. "I just can't." After that, he hurried over to the nanna. And he tried to show her his egg shirt. But the nanna backed up from him. Then she quick grabbed Lucille's daddy. And she said the words, Do something! The daddy cleared his loud throat. "Boys and girls. May I please have your attention?" he said. "First, I would like to welcome you all to the party today." Lucille hopped in front of him. "Yes! Yes! Welcome to my party! And welcome to my giant house. And welcome to my big, huge yard, too!" She bent down and touched the grass. "See how perfect the lawn is cut, everyone?" she said. "That's because we have a real professional gardener. On account of rich people don't know the first thing about yard work. Right, Daddy? Plus rich people