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December 23

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Oak Park
9 A.M.
The morning sunlight peeked through the bedroom curtains. Kate lay under the
covers, dreaming that she was lying on a large rubber raft in a clear blue pool.
On a terrace beside her, Peter sat at an umbrella table, wearing a thick white
robe, sipping freshly squeezed orange juice, and reading the paper. The children
had gone to the beach for the day, and Kate was luxuriating in the peace and
quiet.
Suddenly she heard a loud knocking sound.
"Hey! Anybody home?" a voice shouted. "Ya better hurry or you're gonna miss
your plane!"
Plane? Kate thought as she started to wake.
Oh, no! Kate sat straight up in bed and stared at Peter in wide-eyed terror.
"We did it again!" They screamed simultaneously.
In a flash they burst out of bed and started to wake the others. Moments later the
three-story house was a mass of hysteria as the McCallisters dressed and got
ready to leave. Still pulling on a blouse and slacks, Kate ran to the bottom of the
third-floor stairs.
"Kevin!" she shouted.
Kevin opened the door from the third floor and rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Yeah?"
"Get dressed!" Kate gasped. "We're not leaving you this time. And wear your
warm blue coat. It's cold out."
"Sure, Mom." Kevin yawned.
A few minutes later the front door burst open and fourteen hastily dressed people
dragged their luggage outside. Their shirttails flapped in the winter air, their
shoelaces were untied and their coats unbuttoned as they hurried into the two
airport vans waiting in the driveway.

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airport vans waiting in the driveway.
Kate stood on the porch and directed traffic. "Our McCallisters in the first van,
the other McCallisters in the second van!"
Uncle Frank came out of the house lugging a heavy suitcase. "I know I shouldn't
complain about a free trip," he mumbled, "but you people give the worst wake-
up calls!"
Kate grabbed him. "Do you have the plane tickets?"
"Leslie's in charge of the tickets," Uncle Frank said. "I'm in charge of hotel
reservations."
Kate let him go. A second later Aunt Leslie rushed out of the house waving the
airline tickets.
"Got 'em, Kate!" she gasped. Peter came next, panting for breath.
"Why is it that every time we go on a trip, we leave in a state of confusion?" he
asked.
"We'll have all vacation to ponder that," Kate replied. "Do you think everyone's
out?"
"I hope so."
"Okay," said Kate. "Lock up."
While her husband locked the front door, Kate ran to the van holding Frank and
his family.
"Leslie!" she banged on the van's window.
"What?" Leslie rolled the window down.
"How many do you have?"
"Seven."
Kate ran to her van. She needed to count seven more heads. She started with
herself and Peter, then added Buzz, Linnie, Megan, Jeff . . . Kate's jaw fell open.
Only thirteen!

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Only thirteen!
"Kevin!" she cried out in a panic.
Kevin stuck his head out from the front bucket seat and waved his boarding pass
at her. "Cool your jets, Mom. And this time I'll carry my own ticket. Just in case
you guys try and ditch me."
Kate breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"Everyone present and accounted for?" the van's driver asked.
"Yes," Kate said "Go!"
The vans roared out of the driveway. Next stop, O'Hare Airport and their plane
to Florida . . . if it hadn't left yet.

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