SNORRRRR! Jason sat up in his space bunk. What was that noise? It wasn't the wind. He'd heard and felt lots of Planet Purple Plum wind in the front yard that afternoon while Mia and he were building ... [+]
Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa and I can't keep up and the earlier, uneaten one, sits drying out on the sideboard. Before she throws the remnant out, I lick off the icing.Grandma stopped talking after I brought the note from Mila's room. She clutched her side and beads of sweat sprang up on her forehead. I'd read the curt sentence: "Off with Captain Zolt, not coming back." Grandpa eased the note out of Grandma's shaking fingers, an