Saltwater Secrets - Hardcover

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Cindy Callaghan is the author of the middle grade novels Lost in London, Lost in Paris, Lost in Rome, Lost in Ireland (formerly titled Lucky Me), Lost in Hollywood, the award-winning Sydney Mackenzie Knocks ’Em Dead, Just Add Magic (which is now a breakout streaming original series), and its sequel Potion Problems. She lives in Wilmington, Delaware.

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Chapter One: Stella

One Stella

603 Whalehead Street

June 18

The music on the car radio broke:

“Murielle duPluie here with the Whalehead news from the Jersey Shore. Welcome to the summer. It’s gonna be a hot one today. Stay tuned to WLEO all season for the latest happenings.”

My mom stopped in front of 603 Whalehead Street. “Listen, Stell,” she said. “Stay out of trouble, okay? If you get a third strike… Well, you know.”

“I got it, Mom.”

She leaned over and kissed me. “Have a great summer. Say hi to Josie for me, and cawl me.” Mom sounds like me—a total New Yorker. “And text me every single solitary day. And send lots of pictures.” She sighed and put her hand on her heart. “Ugh, I miss you already.” She kissed me again and drove away without saying hello to her first husband, my dad, Gary Higley.

I barely got up the gravel driveway before my sister, Josie, ran out of the house.

“Stellaaaa! You’re finally here!”

As soon as I saw Josie, I knew things were going to be different this summer.

Well, Josie herself wasn’t different. She seemed exactly the same as last summer, and the one before, and the one before that, right down to the Whalehead T-shirt and gray gym shorts.

That was the problem.

I’d expected the ready-to-enter-high-school version of Josie. After all, I’d become the ready-to-enter-high-school version of me, partly thanks to some new friends who turned out to not really be friends and caused me to get in trouble. Twice.

Well, I guess it wasn’t all their fault. Anyway, I couldn’t get in trouble this summer, which wouldn’t be any problem, because I’d be with Josie, and she never did anything bad.

“G’day, Stella!” Josie hugged me and bounced up and down. “Put your stuff away so we can hit the boardwalk. I’m dying for water ice.” With her accent, “ice” sounds like “oyce.” When we were kids, and Josie wasn’t around, I’d imitate her and tell people I was Australian. “I can’t get it at home, you know?”

I hugged her back. “Get outta here. I’m sure they have water ice somewhere—it’s a big country.”

“Oh, it’s not the same,” Josie said, and trailed behind me as she wheeled my suitcase into the house. “Whose shorts are those?”

I looked down at my cutoffs. “They’re mine. You like them?”

She poked at the skin that was just at the frayed hemline of my shorts. “They are definitely… cheeky!”

“It’s supposed to be that way.” I’d worn these shorts a hundred times and never felt self-conscious before, but now I wondered if my butt really did show too much.

Dad met us in the living room. “Stella! Where have you been? We’ve been waiting and waiting.” He smooshed my face into his chest. I saw Dad pretty much every other weekend, except when I had activities in the city that I didn’t want to miss, but he always acted like it’d been forever.

“Mom stopped to pee like ten times.”

He grabbed Josie, too, and squeezed the three of us together. “My girls!” He let us go so that he could study us. “So grown-up, but you still look like you could be twins.” It was an old joke, because we don’t look anything alike; we’re both clones of our mothers: Josie is blond and blue eyed, and I’m brown hair and eyes and always tan.

I punched his chest. “You’re still working out. Did you show Josie?”

He flexed his arms. “Check out these puppies.” His arms weren’t quite “puppies.” “I’m no-carbing this summer, gonna get ripped.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” I looked at the tackle box by the front door. “Gonna get ripped while you’re fishing?”

“I work out in the morning and fish in the afternoon. At night, I’m gonna try the dating thing. My friend Jay—he’s the one that’s the detective—is setting it up.”

Josie slapped her hands over her ears. “Ugh. I’m not listening to you talk about dating, Dad.”

I actually thought it was a good idea. “Looking for Mrs. Higley number three?”

“Only if she’s looking for me.” He winked and glanced at his watch. “I wish you’d gotten here earlier, Stell. Sorry, but I gotta run. Jay’s waiting at the dock for me. He’s taking me out on his boat, and I’m holding him up.”

“That’s okay. We can hang out later,” I said.

“Not just later. A lot. I have big plans for us to do tons of stuff together.” He picked up his tackle box and opened the door. “I’ll make us dinner—prepare yourself for my famous steamed broccoli.”

I caught a look from Josie, and I knew she wanted me to say something. “We might get pizza.”

“Yeah,” Josie agreed. “I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks. I can’t get good pizza in Australia.”

“Okay,” he said. “But after that, we’re starting game one of a Monopoly tournament, so don’t make other plans.”

“For sure,” she said, then added, “I love Monopoly.”

I was less enthusiastic. I’d hoped to graduate from board games to bonfires on the beach with cute lifeguards and new friends.

Dad grabbed his fishing pole, and, just before shutting the door behind him, he said, “Same deal as always. Text me at nine, twelve, and three o’clock, and be home by six for dinner.”

“Yup,” we said together.

“Got it, Stell?”

“I got it.”

He closed the door.

“What was that about?” Josie asked about the extra “Got it, Stell?”

I shrugged. “Oh, nothing. He worries, you know.”

So, about my dad. He’s been married twice. First to my mom, Montana—they got divorced before she knew she was pregnant with me. As soon as they separated, he met Kate. It was love at first sight. They got married after just a few dates, moved to Australia to be close to Kate’s family, and had Josie, only four months after I was born. Turned out that Gary Higley’s dream of love at first sight fizzled in the outback. Dad returned to New Jersey. Now one daughter (me) lives in New York City with my mom and my stepdad, while his other daughter (Josie) is in Sydney with her mom and her stepdad. The three of us are together for only eight weeks each summer.

I was glad Dad was interested in dating again. He deserved to be happy, but I didn’t love the idea of him getting remarried. I mean, I had to share Mom, and I didn’t want to share him, too.

“So, what’s up, Jo?” I asked. “Get me caught up on your life.”

There was no answer, because she wasn’t there. I looked around. Neither was my suitcase.

“Josie?”

She popped her head out of the bedroom we shared. “Putting your stuff in here so summer can begin. You can unpack later, yeah?”

“Sure,” I said. “I just need to look at the...