Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself
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Sally investigates post-WWII Florida with theatrical flair in this classic middle grade novel from Judy Blume. Now with a fresh new look!
Sally J. Freedman was ten when she made herself a movie star. She would have been happy to reach stardom in New Jersey, but in 1947 her older brother Douglas became ill, so the Freedman family traveled south to spend eight months in the sunshine of Florida. That’s where Sally met her friends Andrea, Barbara, Shelby, Peter, and Georgia Blue Eyes—and her unsuspecting enemy, Adolf Hitler.
Dear Chief of Police:
You don’t know me but I am a detective from New Jersey. I have uncovered a very interesting case down here. I have discovered that Adolf Hitler is alive and has come to Miami Beach to retire. He is pretending to be an old Jewish man...
While she watches and waits, and keeps a growing file of letters under her bed, Sally’s Hitler will play an important—though not quite starring—role in one of her grandest movie spectaculars.
lovers …” Douglas mumbled, chuckling. Sally didn’t answer him out loud but to herself she said, you’re just jealous because you’ll never be one, so ha ha on you, Douglas. Mom was singing in the shower. Sally hadn’t seen or heard her so happy in a long time, not since before Douglas had his accident. Tonight Mom was going to Miami, to the airport, to meet Daddy’s plane. It was due in very late. Ma Fanny was in the tiny kitchen, baking. “Ummm … smells good,” Sally said. “I don’t trust this
“Well, that’s exactly what the Board of Health told us.” Sally could tell that Mom was pleased. “And now she’s just fine, as you can see for yourself.” “So this time you were lucky,” Mrs. Daniels said. “Knock wood!” Ma Fanny thumped the dining table. “Knock wood,” Mrs. Daniels repeated. Later, before she went to sleep, Douglas gave Sally a freshly painted egg shell. “It’s supposed to be Margaret O’Brien.” Sally held the fragile shell in the palm of her good hand. “I can tell by the braids,”
asked. “It’ll sound like this,” he said, “brrriiinngg … brring, brring …” Sally laughed. “What a funny telephone!” “It may be funny, sister, but it works!” “What will the other signals sound like?” Sally asked. “The only one you need to worry about is your own,” he said. “I don’t have time for long demonstrations. I’ve got to hook up your neighbors too.” “The Rubins?” Sally asked. The telephone man checked his book. “No … the Daniels.” “Oh, them …” Sally said. “That should make Bubbles
with us … Murray wants you and so do the boys. We’d fix up the attic room so you’d have privacy …” “I like it here, Rita … who needs the cold?” “Are you still having pains?” “Not a one.” “That’s wonderful! And you’re going to the doctor?” “When I feel like it.” “But Papa, you’re supposed to go every two weeks …” “You shouldn’t worry, Rita … I’m fine … I’m enjoying …” “That’s good. You take care of yourself … promise?” “I promise … I promise …” “I’ll call you again in a few weeks.” “Did
laughed again. “But planes crash,” Sally told her father. “So do cars … but we ride in them every day.” “But it’s more dangerous up in the sky,” Sally argued. “Not true,” Douglas said. “You’re a lot better off up there.” “Douglas is right,” Uncle Jack said. “Planes are more safe than cars.” “Just as long as I don’t have to try it,” Mom said. “I’ll leave the flying to the more adventurous members of the family.” “Louise …” Daddy said, “I wish you wouldn’t talk that way in front of Sally.