Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. The thought of that - the fact of it - that she, Raymie Clarke, was without a father, made a small, sharp pain shoot through Raymie’s heart every time she considered it. It was also a great tragedy because Raymie was now fatherless. “Quit reciting nursery rhymes.” It was a great tragedy because Raymie’s father had disgraced himself. “This is a great tragedy,” said Raymie’s mother. It was actually a great tragedy, what had happened. But she did not say the words out loud anymore because Raymie’s mother was very upset, and talking about dishes and spoons running away together was not appropriate. Those were the words that went through Raymie’s head every time she thought about her father and the dental hygienist. Hey, diddle, diddle, the dish ran away with the spoon. And two days before, on the third day of June, Raymie Clarke’s father had run away from home with a woman who was a dental hygienist. But it was not a Western it was baton-twirling lessons at Ida Nee’s house in Ida Nee’s backyard. The sun was way, way up in the sky, and the whole thing was like high noon in a Western. Ida Nee didn’t seem like much of a kidder. She wore white boots that came all the way up to her knees. Even though she was old - over fifty at least - her hair was an extremely bright yellow. Ida Nee was the baton-twirling instructor. “Stop this nonsense immediately,” said Ida Nee. “I betrayed you.” For some reason, the words seemed worth repeating. Raymie had never seen or heard anything like it. And then she opened her eyes very wide and shouted, “Archie, I’m sorry! I’m sorry I betrayed you!” She closed her eyes again. The girl in the pink dress moaned and toppled over sideways. She herself often felt too terrified to go on, but she had never admitted it out loud. Raymie stared at her in wonder and admiration. I am too terrified to go on!” The girl clutched her baton to her chest and dropped to her knees. And then the girl in the pink dress, the one who was standing right next to Raymie, let out a sob and said, “The more I think about it, the more terrified I am. One There were three of them, three girls. But as the competition approaches, loneliness, loss, and unanswerable questions draw the three girls into an unlikely friendship - and challenge each of them to come to the rescue in unexpected ways. To win, not only does Raymie have to do good deeds and learn how to twirl a baton she also has to contend with the wispy, frequently fainting Louisiana Elefante, who has a show-business background, and the fiery, stubborn Beverly Tapinski, who’s determined to sabotage the contest. If Raymie can win the Little Miss Central Florida Tire competition, then her father, who left town two days ago with a dental hygienist, will see Raymie's picture in the paper and (maybe) come home. Raymie Clarke has come to realize that everything, absolutely everything, depends on her. Book Clu b Two-time Newbery Medalist Kate DiCamillo returns to her roots with a moving, masterful story of an unforgettable summer friendship. A 2016 National Book Award Finalist! As featured on The Today Show’s Read with Jenna Jr.
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