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e
r or
o
r a
werewol
o f
l .
f ”
“Is
s it
i ha
h rd
d to
o do
o monst
s ers?
s ” sa
s id
i Jupe
p .
. “Wh
W a
h t abo
b u
o t sc
s ars?
s Remem
e be
b r the
h st
s or
o y
abo
b u
o t the
h
e w
ax muse
s u
e m
u whe
h re t
he
h vil
i l
l a
l in
i was
a
s all
l
l sc
s arred?
d ”
The
h gir
i l
l shr
h ugged.
. “It takes
s tim
i e,” she said. “Gi
G v
i e
v n
e
n en
e o
n u
o g
u h
g
h ti
t m
i e
m ,
e
, yo
y u
o
u can
a
n do
d
o
alm
l os
o t
s anyth
t i
h n
i g.
. Ex
E cept
p you
o can’t make ol
o d
l pe
p op
o l
p e
l lo
l ok
o you
o ng.
. You
o can age a
a you
o ng
pe
p rso
s n
o ,
, bu
b t on
o ce an
a ac
a tor
o gets
s re
r a
e ll
l y
l ol
o d
l ,
, we
w ll
l ,
l
, the
h y’re
r
e ol
o d
l .
d
. Yo
Y u
o
u ca
c n
a
n he
h l
e p
l
p a
a li
l t
i t
t l
t e
l
e bi
b t
i ,
t
,
and of
o
f cours
r e
s lo
l t
o s
s of
o
f them get fa
f ce
e li
l f
i t
f s
s or
o ha
h ve tucks
s taken
e in
i the
h ir
i ch
c i
h n
i s,
s
, and th
t e
h y dye
e
the
h ir
i ha
h ir
i and the
h came
m raman sh
s o
h o
o t
o s
s the
h m wit
i h
h a so
s f
o t
f fo
f cus,
s
, bu
b t eve
v ntua
u ll
l y
l the
h y
e ’re just
too
o
o ol
o d
l to
o pl
p a
l y you
o ng
g ro
r m
o antic
i le
l ad
a s
s anymor
o e.
e ”
Jupi
p t
i er’s
s gla
l ss
s
s was
s alm
l os
o t
s empt
p y.
. He’d asked for water so he’d
d ha
h v
a e
v
e an
a
n ex
e c
x u
c s
u e
s
e to
t
o
si
s t
i arou
o nd ta
t lk
l in
i g,
, and
d he
h now
o dec
e id
i ed he
h ’d le
l arned en
e o
n u
o gh.
h
. Fi
F n
i is
i hi
h n
i g the
h wa
w ter in
i a
gulp
l ,
p
, he
h se
s t
t the
h gla
l ss
s
s d
o
d w
o n on
o the
h
e sm
s all
l
l tabl
b e
l
e be
b si
s d
i e hi
h s
i
s c
ha
h ir
i .
“Tha
h nks
s very much,
h ” he
h sa
s id
i .
“Tha
h t was
s g
oo
o d
o .”
“Okay,” sh
s e
h sa
s id
i . “Want
so
s m
o e mor
o e?”
“No
o tha
h nks.
s
. I’m goi
o n
i g to
o tell
l
Mr.
. Cr
C ensh
s a
h w I met you
o .
. Maybe
b
you’ll
l
l meet hi
h m
i so
s m
o etim
i e whe
h n
you’re wor
o kin
i g on
o a
a pi
p c
i ture.”
“You
o r fr
f ie
i nd
n ’s
s dad?” sh
s e
h sa
s id
i .
.
“The
h on
o e who
h
o
doe
o s
s
sp
s e
p cia
i l
l
eff
f e
f cts?
s Tha
h t wou
o ld
l
d be
b
e nic
i e.”
“Wha
h t sh
s o
h u
o ld
l I sa
s y
a you
o r
name is?
s ” Ju
J pe
p ask
s ed.
“Gracie
i la
l Mon
o toy
o a,” sa
s id
i the
h
girl, “bu
b t everyon
o e
e
call
l s
l
s
me
Grade.”
“Okay,” sa
s id
i Jupe
p .
. “Th
T a
h nks
s again
i
n fo
f r
o the
h wat
a e
t r.”
He went ou
o t thr
h ou
o gh
h the
h gate and
n he
h aded ba
b ck to
o the
h nurse
s ry sc
s ho
h o
o l
o ,
l pl
p e
l ase
s d wit
i h
h
the
h resu
s lt
l s
s of
o
f hi
h s
i
s dumb-kid
i act.
. But whe
h n he
h ro
r u
o n
u d
n e
d d
e
d th
t e
h
e co
c r
o n
r e
n r
e
r on
o
n to
t
o Da
D l
a t
l o
t n
o
n
Avenue
u ,
, he
h
e st
s op
o p
p e
p d and
n groa
o ned
e .
Hans
s an
a d
d Pete an
a d
d th
t e
h truck
k we
w re gon
o e!
! Ju
J pe
p wou
o ld
l
d ha
h ve to
o ge
g t
t ba
b ck to
o Ro
R c
o ky
Beach
h as
s be
b st
s he
h cou
o ld
l .
“Bla
l st
s !” he
h s
a
s id
i ou
o t lo
l u
o d
u .
. The
h n he
h s
e
s t ou
o t fo
f r
o W
il
i s
l h
s i
h r
i e,
, whe
h re he
h cou
o l
u d
l get t
he
h bu
b s.
As he wen
e t h
i
h s
i
s he
h ad bu
b z
u z
z e
z d wit
i h
h a
a new
w id
i ea.
Chapter 10
The Terrorist
JUPITER SAT BEHIND THE DESK in Headquarters and looked at his two friends. It was after lunch, and he had just finished relating his talk with Graciela Montoya.
“Just suppose,” said Jupe, “that the blind beggar is a woman.”
Bob thought about this for an instant,