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She looked at Sheldon and did a wink.

Sheldon winked back.

May was watching that action.

“Hey, hey, hey!” she grouched. “That better not be a secret wink about the golden egg. ’Cause if you're winking about the golden egg, I'm telling!”

She poked Sheldon with her finger.

“I'm going to be watching every move you make, Sheldon Potts,” she said. “I'm going to be all over you like a cheap suit.”

I did a frown at that comment.

I do not know what a cheap suit means, exactly.

But here is what I do know.

For the first time in my life, May was right, I think.

Whoever wanted to find the golden egg could not let Sheldon out of their sight.

Lucille's daddy clapped his loud hands together.

“Boys and girls, please find a seat at one of the picnic tables. Lunch will be served shortly,” he called.

I waited to see where Sheldon was going to sit.

May waited, too.

’Cause both of us had to keep track of that guy, of course.

Only too bad for me.

Because as soon as Sheldon picked a table, Lucille sat down next to him.

And VAROOM!

May slid in on his other side.

And I got shut out!

“Wait! Hold it! No fair!” I said.

Then I quick tried to squeeze myself between May and Sheldon. But May would not budge herself.

I did a grr face at her.

May hissed like a snake.

I stood there very puzzled.

I do not actually have a comeback for a hiss.

Finally, I went to the other side of the table. And I sat down across from them.

“That dumb May,” I grumped to just myself. “She keeps getting one step ahead of me today. Plus Sheldon is one step ahead of me, too.”

I looked across the table.

Lucille was whispering to Sheldon very secret.

May leaned her head over. And she listened through Sheldon's other ear.

Whispers can come right through Sheldon's head, apparently.

I put my chin in my hands.

“I don't stand a chance in this stupid egg hunt,” I said to Herb.

He gave me a little pat.

Sometimes a little pat is all a friend can do.

Only guess what?

Just then, something very nice happened!

And it's called, Lucille's nanna walked over to where I was sitting. And she sat in a chair at the end of my table!

I jumped up real thrilled.

“NANNA! NANNA! LOOK! LOOK!

IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! AND YOU ARE SITTING RIGHT EXACTLY NEXT TO ME!” I shouted.

The nanna glanced her eyes at Lucille's mother and daddy.

“Yes. I know, dear. I lost the coin toss,” she said kind of annoyed.

I sat back down and tickled her arm.

“This reminds me of when we ate dinner together last year,” I said. “That was very fun. Except I accidentally broke your crystal glass. Remember that, Nanna? Huh? Do you?”

The nanna nodded.

“Oh yes. I remember,” she said.

I thought back. “Plus I accidentally busted your feather pillow. And if I'm not mistaken, I spilled beanie weenies on your expensive linen tablecloth,” I said.

The nanna looked at me.

“You're not mistaken,” she said back.

I smiled and patted her hand.

“Good times,” I said real soft.

May heard me talking.

“Well, Lucille and I are going to have good times, too. Right, Lucille? When I come to swim in your pool, that will really be good times,” she said.

Sheldon looked at her and grinned.

“Don't count your chickens before they're hashed, May,” he said.

The nanna did a little chuckle.

“I think you mean hatched, dear. It's don't count your chickens before they're hatched. Not hashed,” she said.

Sheldon raised his eyebrows.

“Really? Are you sure? ’Cause at our house, my aunt Bunny brings chicken hash for dinner every Sunday,” he said. “Chicken hash is her specialty.”

He smiled real proud.

“Aunt Bunny was a chef in prison,” he said.

The nanna's face went funny.

She lowered her head to the table. And she rested her cheek on her napkin.

I leaned my face down next to her.

“Speaking of bunnies … Lucille said the Easter Bunny would be here today. Only I haven't actually seen him yet. And so where is he, anyway, Nanna?” I asked.

Lucille did a huff at me.

“Nosy Junie B. Jones. Why