![]() ![]() The pendant of the eye of Ra on a leather strip around his neck, a gift from their ancient Egyptian friend, swung away from his blue Denver Nuggets T-shirt and clattered against the ceramic bowl. Thinking about it now, John’s head slumped toward the steaming stew. She’d rescued him from a crocodile, for goodness’ sake! But lately, when John tried to play with his older sister, she didn’t want anything to do with him. They’d bonded while dodging cobras and scorpions and figuring out the identity of a tomb robber together, not to mention traveling through time, but Sarah had changed since then, since the move. ![]() “Aren’t you getting sick of this same soup?” Sarah rolled her eyes, twirling her spoon in the chunky broth. In part to remind his twelve-year-old sister, Sarah, too. ![]() John didn’t want to forget, so he made the stew as often as his family could stomach. ![]() That epic journey had only been a month ago, after fourth grade ended and before they’d moved from Colorado to Maryland, but it was fading like a distant memory. John slurped from the spoonful of tilapia barley stew, a special recipe he’d picked up on an unexpected adventure through ancient Egypt. ![]()
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