Me With the 'Shambelurkers'
The Missing Key We found our compartment and after a brief, ritual fight over the window seats, settled down. There was a group photo (“Don’t leave me out!” “Stop pushing me-you’re still within the frame”) and then the whistle blew. The train chugged slowly out of the platform and moms and dads with waving hands jogged backward from our windows. “Cheers!” said the Pink Princess. “Three days of freedom- no parents, no homework, no…” “We are supposed to study botanical specimens on this trip.” The Bookworm frowned at Princess. “Hey, don’t spoil the fun before it’s begun.” I said. “It’ll be over soon enough anyway.” The Kitten brought out a cake she had baked for the journey, and I started tuning my radio to find the FM. We were all gearing up for the party when trouble struck. The Aspiring Loafer announced she could not find her key. Her suitcase was now securely chained to the berth with a lock that couldn’t be opened. Well, Loafer was legendary for missing things right under h...
