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The Lemonade Stand Larceny
It was an odd day for the residents of Windbrook Drive. By odd, I mean busy. Busy wasn’t common for the people here. They were older, most of them retired or close to it. These residents who were accustomed to the routine of quiet, were startled when the cars that usually flew down Route 20, were veering onto Windbrook Drive.
They were pulling over for my family’s yard sale.
There were baby swings, toys, and clothes to rifle through. The TVs, computers, and kitchen appliances were set up for any passenger’s scrutiny. The amount of foot traffic rose as steadily as the sun in the sky.
My parents weren’t the only ones profiting. The sun brought not only business, but also late summer heat. It beat down on both surveyors and purchasers. My sister and I have always been a cunning duo. I set up the stand and she grabbed the lemonade. Before we knew it, our piggy banks were stuffed full with change. Ariel and I couldn’t believe it! But it was growing more and more difficult for us to man the booth...
Before she and I could make a plan of action, two older girls approached our stand. We quit squabbling immediately. Mother had always told us that whenever we fought, we sounded like seagulls squawking over a stray potato chip.
Besides, as Dad always said, a happy customer is a paying customer. Behind closed doors, my sister was as sour as a lemon. However, there was nothing Ariel was better at then making people happy.
“Would you like to purchase some lemonade?” My sister asked in the most sweet tone one could expect of a four-year-old. I was rather sure that everyone within earshot instantaneously sprouted cavities.
“No thanks,” one of the girls curtly replied. She hastily continued, “but we’re here to offer a business proposal.”
Neither Ariel nor myself had seen these girls before, so we were quite the skeptics. Although, they were able to see past Ariel’s sugary facade. That was something to marvel at.
So, I leaned forward, interlacing my hands together on top of our stand. “What is this proposal you speak of?”
This time, the other girl spoke. “My friend and I here, we’ve run our fair share of lemonade stands. To put it simply, we’re professionals in this matter. If you guys want, we can help you out. All we want in return is a share of the profits.”
I looked over to my parents who were struggling to serve the onslaught of yard-sale goers. They were too busy to be able to help. My grandma and grandpa were chatting up a storm with Carol, the trailer park owner who had allowed us to do the yard sale in the first place. Our grandparents were out of this too.
For the first time, I noticed the girls. They were older, taller, and looked like fourth graders. The girls even had a twinkle in their eyes, like they had known my answer before I could even ponder it in the first place.
Begrudgingly, I painted my face with a smile and said, “We’d love to have your help!”
I was lying through my baby teeth.
The four of us worked in harmony, making sales left and right. The girls had even brought a Hello Kitty lunchbox where we could store our precious bounty of dollar bills, quarters, dimes, and nickels.
Just as the sun rises, it must set. The yard sale and the fun and the chaos had come to an end. My father had come to collect Ariel, who was long overdue for a nap. My mother called me over to help put tables and chairs away.
I hesitated. I looked back over to the two girls, and one of them gave me a thumbs-up. The other smiled. I figured it’d be fine, and that I wouldn’t be gone long, anyways.
Mere minutes later, I returned to the site of our stand to thank the girls. The girls had disappeared, along with our piggy banks and the Hello Kitty lunchbox.
My sister and I had been robbed.
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