5 That’s Not My Grandma

CHAPTER FIVE THAT'S NOT MY GRANDMA SIMON FOUND A bucket with sponges and soap on one of the garage shelves and we washed the car. I would like to tell you that something super interesting happened while we washed the car. You know, like it became a big water fight or something. But nothing like that happened. We just, you know, washed the car. We couldn't reach the roof, but Rosie figured it out. Simon and I made cups out of our hands by

interlocking our fingers. And Rosie put her left foot into my hands and her right foot into Simon's hands. Then we gave her a boost. She washed the car roof that way. "I'm going to get a monster truck when I'm old enough to drive," Simon said as we dried the car with a couple of old towels. "It will be bright orange. That's my favorite color. I'll drive it all over town." "You can't drive a monster truck on the streets," Rosie said as she dried off a headlight. "You'll get arrested."

"I'll just drive it up mountains and stuff then," Simon said. "You know, bash into things on purpose. Roll it over. That kind of thing." "You're crazy," Rosie said and threw her towel at Simon. "That's how you broke your bike!" "That's true," Simon admitted. "But you can't break a monster truck. They're totally unbreakable!" I threw my towel at him too. With the car washed, he dropped them both in the bucket. We were done with that part of the job. Wait.

No, we weren't. Just as Simon took the bucket, soap, sponges, and towels back toward the garage, a car pulled into the driveway. It was another Toyota Camry, but this one was older and it was dark red. The car stopped and the driver turned it off. It was an old woman. It took her a little while to get out of the car. She had to swing both her legs out the door and set her feet on the driveway before standing up. "Hey, Simon," Rosie called. He was almost to the garage. "Your grandma's here." Simon turned around quickly with a huge smile on his face. You could tell he was really excited to see his grandma. And then the smile disappeared completely. Simon took a few steps back toward us.

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"That's not my grandma," he said in a quiet voice. It wasn't a whisper, but it was soft enough that only Rosie and I could hear him. "I've never seen that woman before in my life." WHOOSH! YOU'VE ALREADY READ FIVE CHAPTERS. HOW MANY MORE CHAPTERS WILL YOU READ BEFORE YOU REST?