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A Sprinkle of Friendship (Volume 10) (Sprinkle Sundays, Band 10) - Softcover

Buch 10 von 12: Sprinkle Sundays

Simon, Coco

 
9781534465602: A Sprinkle of Friendship (Volume 10) (Sprinkle Sundays, Band 10)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 153446560X ISBN 13: 9781534465602
Verlag: Simon Spotlight, 2020

Inhaltsangabe

Allie and Sierra struggle to run the ice cream shop on their own in this tenth delicious book in the Sprinkle Sundays series from the author of the Cupcake Diaries series and Donut Dreams series!

It’s summertime and everyone wants ice cream! That’s great for business, but with Tamiko on vacation with her family in Japan, that leaves just Allie and Sierra to handle the insanely busy ice cream shop. Trying to cover Tamiko’s job on top of their own is harder than they thought it would be, and they soon start to feel overwhelmed. Tempers get short and some mean words are spoken. Soon, Allie and Sierra can barely talk to one another without fighting, much less run a business together. Can the girls make up in time to sweeten up their summer rush? Or will Tamiko return to find her business partners have banana-split?

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

From cupcakes to ice cream and donuts! When she’s not daydreaming about yummy snacks, Coco Simon edits children’s books and has written close to one hundred books for children, tweens, and young adults, which is a lot less than the number of cupcakes, ice cream cones, and donuts she’s eaten. She is the author of the Cupcake Diaries, Cupcake Diaries: The New Batch, the Sprinkle Sundays, and the Donut Dreams series. Her newest series is Mia in the Middle.

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Chapter One: The Last Sprinkle Sunday before Tokyo!
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CHAPTER ONE THE LAST SPRINKLE SUNDAY BEFORE TOKYO!
“Okay, Sprinkle Sundays sisters, are you ready?”

My besties, Tamiko and Sierra, each gave a thumbs-up from behind the counter. I switched the sign on the front door from CLOSED to OPEN. “Ta-da! Molly’s is open for another beautiful summer day!”

It was a Sunday afternoon, and Tamiko, Sierra, and I were working our usual shift at my mom’s ice cream parlor, Molly’s. The bell on the door jingled as our first customers of the day entered the store.

“Let the post-day-camp games begin!” joked Tamiko, while Sierra greeted a mom and two sweaty and tired-looking little boys wearing camp T-shirts.

“Hey, I went to Whalers Camp when I was your age!” said Sierra to the boys, and suddenly they weren’t tired at all but were chatting enthusiastically to Sierra about Spikeball tournaments and swim races and skippers-versus-captains team competitions.

Tamiko laughed and shook her head. “I don’t know how she does it!”

“What?” I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew what she meant.

“Sierra charms everyone! That girl can’t go five minutes without making a new friend!”

I watched as Sierra gave the boys their ice creams and then showed off a complicated Whalers Camp high-five handshake that left them all laughing. “Yeah,” I said. “She’s living proof of that saying ‘A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet.’ I can’t relate! I’d pretty much always rather be reading a book instead.”

“I agree. Who wants to waste energy on people you don’t even know, who might be annoying anyway?”

“Tamiko!” I had to smile because she was so outrageous sometimes. “That’s not nice!”

Tamiko shrugged. “I just can’t pretend to be interested. Anyway, I already have enough friends.”

“But, Tamiko, how can you talk about not needing new friends? You’ve made all those new friends at the Y!”

With school out for the past month, each of us had done different things. I had gone back up to my old camp, Holly Oaks in New Hampshire, for three awesome weeks of cool weather, arts and crafts, and swimming in the crystal clear lake. I had a bunch of old friends there from when I was little, and I just relaxed and didn’t have to worry about my social life. Unlike here at home, where I’d had to move and leave my besties, Tamiko and Sierra, at my old school without me (and I’d had to try to make friends at my new school)… all because of my parents’ divorce.

For the previous five years, I’d gone to camp for the whole summer, and I’d adored it. This year, our budget had only allowed for a half session at Holly Oaks camp. But as consolation, my parents had let me sign up for a food-writing class for kids at the Y here in Bayville, which started tomorrow. I loved reading and writing and food, so I was excited to combine all three in one class, even though I was nervous about meeting new kids again. Despite what Tamiko had said, she was actually pretty good in the friend-making department, while I was shy.

“Blah, blah, blah,” said Tamiko. “That doesn’t count. Those kids and I share interests, like colleagues, so it’s more like networking. We’re all artistic and creative, and we all have blogs and portfolios that we help one another with. We have a lot in common. I don’t just bond with random strangers all over the place, like this one!” She jerked her thumb at Sierra, who had sent the happy customers on their way and joined our conversation.

“What? I’m not bonding with random strangers! Those kids go to my camp!”

Tamiko and I looked at each other, and we both rolled our eyes. “You could find common ground with anyone, Sierra,” said Tamiko. “It just comes easily to you. Look at all the new friends you’ve made this year! No rhyme or reason.”

Sierra bristled. “That’s not true! MacKenzie is in my science class. The girls from my band are… in my band. The student council kids… Well, forget about them. The kids from soccer and softball—we have our teams in common.”

“Right, but what about Jenna, who you met at the park; and Sweeney, your ‘cat-sitting’ friend; and Philip from the pet food store?”

Sierra just shrugged and shook her head. “What can I say? I’m a people person!”

“And don’t forget all her rock-band camp friends!” I added quietly.

Sierra and the rest of her band, the Wildflowers, had attended a local rock-band camp this summer. Since I’d been back for a week, I’d noticed that all the kids from the program had been stopping by the store and trying out songs for one another. My mom had even let Sierra play Wildflowers songs on the store’s sound system once she’d approved them. Molly’s Ice Cream was suddenly getting a reputation as a talent incubator for local bands, and I wasn’t quite sure I liked it. I had wanted the store to be more of a literary ice cream parlor, and had even introduced a few bookish traditions early on, like book and ice cream pairings, that had kind of fallen by the wayside.

“Oh, well, the rock-bank camp kids are such a great group of people, and we have so much fun together! I always learn something new from each of them. For example, one of them just did a Kickstarter campaign—”

Tamiko did a facepalm and shook her head. “I’m so sorry I have to leave you to deal with this crazy socialite by yourself while I’m away, Alley Cat!”

Sierra just grinned and shook her head at us.

Tamiko and her family were leaving the next day for their vacation in Japan. I was dreading her departure, since she was so much fun and the three of us were so well balanced as a work team and best-friend group. It was funny, but I almost felt nervous about it being just Sierra and me alone. Tamiko had a way of speaking the truth, clearing the air, and calling us on any silliness, and she always kept everything running smoothly.

Plus, I didn’t have a ton of friends, so with Tamiko away, 50 percent of my best friends would be gone.

I guessed Sierra felt sad about it too, because she moaned, “It’s not going to be the same without you here, Tamiko!”

Tamiko sighed dramatically. “I’m going to Japan, not another planet,” she said. “And it’s only for three weeks. We’ll keep in touch via SuperSnap, and we can even FacePage if you want. Instead of being sad, think of all the cool souvenirs I’m going to bring you back from Tokyo. You know, in Japan it’s a tradition for businesspeople to bring souvenirs—usually food—back for their coworkers when they go on business trips.”

My mom had just come into the front of the store from her office. She heard us chatting and said, “And all the ice cream research you’re going to do for me makes this kind of like a business trip!”

“Mmm! I can’t wait!” said Tamiko, patting her stomach.

My mother had given Tamiko fifty dollars to spend on researching the “soft cream” flavors in...

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Verlag
Simon Spotlight
Erscheinungsdatum
2020
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
153446560X
ISBN 13 
9781534465602
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
160
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