Michael Malone - Weebly

Emerald sent Priss and Tracy to him in the library,
as Priss preferred to call what everyone else in the
family called the den. The other guests were still playing
word games.
"Read this," said Beanie's son.
Priss drew her glasses from her dress pocket. "May
twentieth. A final reminder. From Vassar Library. To
Richard Rage. Our records indicate that the titles listed
below were due on January third. If..."
"Other side," said Arthur, sinking into a chair.
"'Dear Arthur. I'm writing this to you because you'll
be c-o-mm-i-n-g home after the Ransom party.'" Priss
looked at Tracy. "It's from Beanie. She can't spell
worth a damn. '…after the Ransom party and please
say I'm sorry for missing it and my r-e-g-r-e-t-t-s for
not calling. Your father won't be back from Boston 'til
Thurs. You'll have to explain this to him, Arthur, and I'm
sure you'll do a better job than I would. You t-o-o are
awfully alike. But I'm leaving now with Richard here,
you haven't met him though I hope you will someday,
but only if you want to. His name is Richard Rage.
Tracy invited him, and we met each other.'"