Spinner Story: Chapter 3

Updated: Jul 17


Note: Like all the Spinner Story chapters, this is posted in basically a first-draft form... it has not been thoroughly edited. I try to get these out quickly to you, so please forgive any typos or errors. I hope you enjoy the story!


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Spinner Story: Chapter 3


Jay dashed into the lobby to find hospital staff rushing in every direction. A fire alarm blared overhead. Jay pressed her hands to her as she tried to make sense of the scene. Prospective patients stood and sat in the waiting area, their expressions in various states of alarm. Nurses rushed between them, urging them up and toward the exits.

Jay stepped in front of a nurse dashing past toward the elevators. “What happened?”

The nurse forced a smile. “Stay calm, please. Get in line with the others. We’re being evacuated – just a precaution, no reason to panic.”

Tell that to the expression on your face, Jay thought as the nurse raced away.

Jay didn’t know exactly what happened, but she suspected the ghosts were behind it. That meant it was targeted for her. And possibly Kyle.

The ghost outside had said there were others. Whatever that meant, it couldn’t be good.

Panic rushed through Jay as she eased through the not-so-calm lines of people streaming toward the exits. She ran toward the elevators, only to be stopped by a burly security guard.

He scowled at her. “Elevators are closed. Exit with everyone else.”

Jay took off for the stairwell door she remembered seeing when she was admitted to the hospital. To her relief, the door swung open with a simple pull. Jay rushed up the stairs to the floor Kyle had been on. Please let him be okay.

The alarms went silent. Jay froze in the stairwell for only a moment before resuming her dash upward. The silence left in the wake of the alarms amplified her echoing footsteps. Jay reached Kyle’s floor and yanked the door open.

A surprised-looking nurse stared back at her, supporting a none-too-steady patient. “What are you doing up here? Everyone is being evacuated!”

Jay didn’t take time to explain. “Are there any patients still up here?”

The nurse blinked. “Sure, some we couldn’t move. We’re working to get them ou – Hey! Come back!”

Jay shoved past the nurse and dashed down the hallway. She had no idea what room Kyle was in, but without knowing what had set off the alarms, she couldn’t waste time talking to the nurse. Kyle just had surgery; Jay was certain he couldn’t just get up and walk away. He was still in here – somewhere.

“Kyle!”

A voice poured through the overhead speakers. “Attention all hospital staff , patients, and visitors – it is safe to re-enter the building. We apologize for the alarm. It is safe to re-enter the building.”

Jay stopped. She turned, and found the nurse from the stairwell had set the patient in a chair and was gripping the phone at the nurses’ station against her ear.

She hung up and looked at Jay with wide eyes. “False alarm. Seems a generator in the basement exploded and started a small fire, but it’s all under control now.” She leaned on the desk and dropped her head, took a shaky breath, then looked up at Jay. “This is such a mess. Now we have to return all the patients to – “ She gave her head a little shake. “I’m sorry. Were you looking for someone?”

Jay moved toward the desk. “Kyle...” She didn’t know his last name. “He’s... we were injured together, at the pageant downtown. I need to make sure he’s okay.”

The nurse’s eyes widened. “You’re the ones who survived the collapse.”

Jay nodded. “Please. I don’t know his last name. I just need to see him.”

The nurse pressed her lips together, then sighed. “We don’t usually allow non-family in the recovery wing, but he specifically asked to see you when he woke up.” She glanced around as though worried someone was watching, then moved from behind the desk. “Give me a minute.” She moved toward the patient and helped him stand, then murmured something to him as she helped him hobble down the hall. A few moments later, she returned. “Okay. Follow me. Hurry.”

The nurse led Jay into a room and then slipped out, closing the door softly behind her.

A light-blue curtain hung around the bed. Jay inched toward it. I hope he’s not naked or something. Her fingers hesitated only a moment before pushing aside the curtain.

Her breath went out of her. Kyle lay unconscious, on his back on the bed. His injured leg was heavily-wrapped with gauze and padding, and elevated by pillows. Kyle’s hair looked oily and mussed, and he was pale – so pale. IV lines ran from one wrist to a machine by the bed, and tiny monitors were attached to his fingers.

Jay edged toward the bed. Should she wake him? After what he’d been through, he certainly needed the rest, but she did want him to know she’d stopped by--that he wasn’t alone. Her eyes drifted over the small room. It was bare except for a styrofoam cup and pitcher on the tray by Kyle’s bed. Maybe the nurse’s station would have paper so she could leave him a note. She turned, tiptoeing toward the door.

“Jay?” Kyle’s hoarse voice froze Jay partway to the door.

She turned back. “Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Kyle smiled and patted the bed with his free hand. “No. Come, sit."

Jay moved toward him but lingered near the bed, not wanting to sit for fear of jostling his leg. “Are you... I mean...” Of course he wasn’t okay; that’s why he was in the hospital. She started over. “How are you feeling?”

“Blurry.” Kyle’s eyes drifted halfway closed. He smiled. “You’re pretty.”

This close, Jay could see the fog of painkillers in his gaze. He was loopy. She fought back a smile, though she couldn’t control the blush she felt rising. “Um, thanks. Your leg...did they say how long a recovery?” Jay wasn’t sure how much information she could get from Kyle in his current state, but she needed to know how badly he’d been hurt. This was all her fault. She bit her lip, silently praying he wasn’t permanently injured.

Kyle’s face spread into a dreamy smile. “Oh. That. Yeah, isss no big deal. Phycazul... phylaczul...physizcal...”

“Physical?” Jay offered.

Kyle nodded. “Yes. Phycazul therpary. Few weeks. No big damage. Maybe for a while a... gimp. Limp? Gimp. Limp. Are those... real word things? They sound faked.”

Jay laughed and nodded.

Kyle raised his head from the pillow and tipped his dazed eyes up to her again. They cleared for a moment, his face turning serious. “Are you hurt?”

Jay shook her head. “Barely anything. I’m fine.”

Kyle’s head sank back and his eyes drifted closed. “Good. Good.”

Jay reached for his hand and set her fingers on his, though a rush of embarrassment shot through her as she did. Was this too intimate? It’s just a friendly touch.

Kyle’s eyes popped open and he glanced down at their touching hands, then looked up at her, his eyes clear. “Thanksss for commmming.” His head collapsed back to the pillow and his eyes fell shut.

Jay slipped her hand away. “You’re welcome. I’ll let you get some rest.”

He didn’t answer; he was already asleep.Jay let herself out and moved toward the stairwell, muttering a thanks to the nurse as she passed. When she pulled open the door to the stairs, she startled – the wide eyes of the ghost from the bathroom were dangling in mid-air.

“Hi,” the ghost whispered. “Come quickly.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Jay straddled the doorway. Could she get to the elevators? Not that the ghost wouldn’t just follow her.

The ghost huffed and rolled its eyes. “No, I mean come in. You don’t want the nurse to see you talking to yourself, do you? She’ll have you sedated or something.”

Jay glanced back and saw the nurse was indeed nearby, searching through papers at the desk. “Okay, fine.” Jay slipped inside the stairwell and closed the door behind her. “Now what – “

The ghost materialized more fully, its body hovering above the landing. “You have to get out of here.”

Jay’s pulse skittered. “Why?” Were the ghosts about to do something else to the hospital?

The floating eyes fixed on her. “There’s somewhere I need you to go.”

Jay’s thudding heart calmed minutely. She recognized the ghost—she’d seen it at the house, with the others, but this ghost usually kept to himself. He’d never spoken to her directly before. She didn’t find him at especially threatening, but that didn’t mean she was eager to go anywhere with him. She crossed her arms. “Why?”

The ghost’s eyes narrowed. “I’m trying to protect you. Just... do what I say.”

Jay shook her head. For far too long she’d been plagued by ghosts, but she was done being controlled by them – at least without understanding why. “Not good enough. Explain.”

The ghost’s spectral arms flopped in exasperation. “There are the us ghosts and the them ghosts, okay? We want you to save the house– “

“Yes, I know,” Jay growled. “That’s why I’ve been humiliating myself trying to get the money. But It’s never enough for you, is it?” She noticed her voice was rising and took a breath. After Jay’s parents died in the accident five years before, the ghosts had appeared, and hadn’t stopped haggling her since. When she inherited the house, she also inherited the debt her parents had worked so hard to break free of without ever quite making it – including outstanding mortgage payments. Jay’s job barely made enough to cover everything, and she’d considered selling the house –but even if the ghosts hadn’t panicked and threatened her into not doing that, she wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. The house was her home, where she’d grown up, and the last solid tie to her parents. It hung with memories just as thickly as with ghosts. Jay shook her head. “I need time. You can’t expect me to make thousands of dollars materialize overnight.”

The ghost waved its arms frantically. “No, no, no, you don’t understand. It’s not us, it’s them. We know you’ll save the house, Jay, we know you will. But they...

“Enough with us and them,” Jay hissed. One horde of ghosts floating around Jay’s house was more than enough, but a second group felt like madness. “Just tell me what in the world is going on!”

“We want you to save the house, but they do not. See?” The ghost widened his eyes into something close to a puppy-dog look, but far more disturbing.

“No. Why – “ Jay paused. Her ghosts – she shivered as she realized she’d just thought of them as that – would never explain why the house meant so much to them, even when she asked. But she gathered from stray comments it was their lingering task; that saving the house would somehow put them at rest. She reasoned perhaps they were former occupants, maybe even the original owners. But what would a second group of ghosts want with an old, run-of-the-mill house in the middle of the suburbs? It wasn’t anything special... except to Jay. “Why do any of you even care? Just leave me alone!”

The ghost’s eyes turned sad. “We can’t, Jay. We need you. We need you to help us.”

This was the closest any of the ghosts had come to explaining anything – usually they bullied her and spouted veiled threats, though they had never been actually dangerous until recently, when the bank sent the foreclosure notice. Perhaps they were getting desperate.

Jay stepped forward, not wanting to startle the ghost – That’s ironic– out of his current willingness to open up. “Why?” she asked softly. “Why me? How can I help you?”

The ghost’s eyes peered into hers with desperate intensity. “The house, Jay. We need it to be safe. The others have... other plans. They cannot be trusted, Jay.” He glanced around as though he expected them to appear any moment. “Do not tell anyone I told you, Jay. It is forbidden to explain to the living how things work beyond. I cannot say more. You must uncover it on your own. But I can help you, Jay, I can help you!” He nodded emphatically.

“How?” Jay asked, completely drawn in. This was the closest to answers she’d ever been.

“I can warn you.” The ghost grabbed Jay’s arm with a spectral hand.

Shivers shot down Jay’s spine. “You can touch me?” The ghosts had never made physical contact before. She hadn’t even known it was possible.

“It’s the object, Jay. The object. They are close. If they get it–“ His eyes widened with horror. “They cannot get it, Jay. It will trap us here, dead and not dead, always. Forever. We will be...”

Jay gaped. “Zombies?”

The ghost sputtered. “No. That’s ridiculous. Zombies do not exist, Jay. We will be the walking dead.”

Jay opened her mouth to argue but thought better of it. “Fine. But... why? None of this makes sense.”

“The house, the object, it is all part of one whole. Jay, you have to get the object before they do. Understand? It is important. So very important!” The ghost’s voice rose to a yell.

Jay almost quieted the ghost, then realized no one but her could hear it anyway.

It continued to shout. “The others are dangerous! They are close and draw closer by the day! They will hurt you, Jay! They will hurt many, until they get what they seek!” It stopped, panting.

Jay stared. “What object? What do you need me to do?”

“Get it, Jay. Get it and destroy it.”

Like the one ring? “Get it from where? Destroy it how?” Please don’t let him say I have to take it to a fiery volcano.

“Yes, yes, Jay. Good. You are listening. It is easy. You can do it.” The ghost paused. Jay waited while the ghost stared at her, as if for dramatic effect. Then the ghost spoke again. “The object is in a dollhouse.”

“A dollhouse?”

“Yes, yes,” the ghost nodded. “A dreamhouse. Big. White and pink. You cannot miss it.”

“Why would it be in a dollhouse?”

The ghost shrugged. “The former owner hid it where none would find it... his granddaughter’s old dollhouse, stored in his attic. He meant to retrieve it. Then he died.”

Jay took a breath. “Okay, so... it’s in some guy’s attic? I just have to go get it?”

“Yes and no, Jay.” The ghost moved its head up and down, then side to side. “Yes, you can just go get it. No, it is not in the attic.”

Jay narrowed her eyes. “Then where?”

“Sunny Street Thrift Shop.”

“What?” Jay blinked.

The ghost nodded. “His family has cleared out his house and is donating all things. They no longer want the dreamhouse, Jay. You must get it... before the others do.”

If this information could be trusted, Jay’s ghost situation had just been taken to another level. Perhaps the reason the ghosts harassed her now was because she was now the owner. Her parents had begun to get behind on payments years before that... had the ghosts harassed her parents, too? Her parents had never mentioned it, but it would have frightened a child. She considered asking the ghost, but wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. This ghost said the others were dangerous...Had the others had something to do with her parents’ accident? Cold fear trailed its fingers down Jay’s spine. She wanted out of this more than ever – completely out – but after months of trying to convince the ghosts to leave her alone, things had only gotten worse. It seemed the only way out was through.

Jay sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it. Where’s the shop?”

“Downtown. Mark Street.” The ghost tilted his head as though listening, then snapped his gaze back to Jay. “But hurry! Hurry, Jay! Hurry!”

He vanished.

The ghost’s panic infected Jay. She raced down the stairwell and out into the parking lot... only to realize she had no car there. Dang it. She didn’t even have her phone. It was probably buried in the rubble of the pageant. Great.

Jay hurried back into the lobby of the hospital and to the reception desk. “Can I use your phone? Please. It’s an emergency.”

The receptionist’s eyes widened. “Should I call – “

“No, not that kind. I need a ride. Please. It’s important.”

The nurse rolled her eyes but handed Jay the receiver.

Jay grimaced. “I’m sorry, can you... I don’t have my phone or anything to look up a number. I need a cab? Could you help me call one? Or an Uber or something?”

The nurse’s eyes drifted over Jay’s ruined pageant dress, then back to her face. “I’m sorry; we don’t really do that.”

A middle-aged man rose from one of the nearby waiting room chairs. “I’ll do it.” He held out his phone. “Here. Request a ride to wherever you need. I’ve got the Uber app already pulled up.”

Jay’s shoulders dropped in relief. She rushed toward him and took his phone, giving him a genuine smile. “Thank you so much.”

“No worries,” the man smiled back. “What is the world without people looking out for one another, right?”

Twenty minutes later, Jay’s Uber driver dropped her on the curb in front of the Sunny Street Thrift Shop. It wasn’ far from the hospital, really, but had definitely been too far for Jay to walk comfortably in a torn dress and heels. “Thank you,” she called as she slid out onto the sidewalk. The driver pulled away.

It wasn’t until this moment that Jay realized she had no wallet or money to buy the dreamhouse with, even if it truly was here. Anxiety swirled in her stomach. She would figure something out. Maybe she could find the object and remove it in-store, leaving the dreamhouse for some happy child to purchase.

She went inside. The bell on the door dinged behind her.

A cashier from the one checkout desk looked up at her. “Hello! Welcome to Sunny Street!”

The store was small, with a handful of patrons milling about its racks and shelves. Jay strode methodically down the aisles, but didn’t see a dollhouse anywhere. Had the ghost been wrong? Last time I take instructions from an invisible phantom.

Yet Jay’s anxiety only increased; what if she’d been too late? Jay approached the cashier. “Do you know if you’ve had any dollhouses in lately? Like maybe one of those dreamhouse-type things?”

The cashier tilted her head and frowned. “No, we haven’t had one of those in a while. But we’ll be getting a new delivery from our donation trucks any minute! If you don’t mind waiting, maybe you’ll get lucky.”

Jay didn’t really want to hang around for a delivery to arrive. She considered going home and changing, then coming back, but she had no phone, no money, and home was on the other side of town. Besides, what if it was on the truck and she missed it? She’d never hear the end of it from the ghosts. But the tiny, dim shop was beginning to make Jay feel claustrophobic. She nodded. “Thanks. I’ll just wait outside.”

“Okay.” The cashier smiled, then snatched a flyer off the counter and shoved it at Jay. “In case you’re interested. Mr. Barker of Barker and Dave’s is hosting a Feed-the-Homeless meal tonight, right on top of his parking garage across the street.” She gestured proudly toward the shop’s tinted front window, through which a massive, multi-story building loomed on the other side of the road. “They’ve cleared out the top level of the garage and they’re setting up the event right now. You can stop by and help support local charities and even make a donation, if you’d like! The meals are free for homeless but if you want to eat, it will be $10 a plate.” She flashed one more smile then spun toward an approaching customer, calling “Enjoy your shopping! Let me know if you need anything!” over her shoulder.

Jay slipped out of the shop onto the sidewalk. The parking garage across the street towered over the squat row of shops around it. Ordinarily she’d be thrilled to see a local business owner giving back to the community, but today everything felt ominous. Something about the building beckoned to her, and not in a good way. She swallowed, then glanced both ways to check traffic and dashed across the empty street.

Now that she was standing directly in front of it, the building felt even larger. She stepped back to the edge of the sidewalk and peered up at it. Though she couldn’t see much, she could hear commotion happening in the parking garage atop the building. The tell-tale beeping of a large truck backing up echoed from one of the garage levels... then panicked shouting.

Jay glanced up just in time to see the back-end of a pick-up truck speeding toward the concrete barrier of the parking garage level. Voices yelled, but clearly the driver didn’t realize how close he was to the wall of the garage. Jay saw the red glow of brake lights flash brighter as the driver slammed on his brakes... but it was too late. The back of his truck struck the barrier.

Jay jumped back into the street as the end of the truck crashed through the barrier, raining chunks of concrete onto the sidewalk like massive hail stones. Brakes shrieked from Jay’s right, yanking her back to the reality that she had basically jumped into traffic. Cars skidded all around Jay to avoid both her and the falling debris. One spun out, and for a moment, Jay thought she was done for. But the car spun away from her and came to a safe stop mid-street while other cars screeched to a halt around it. Shocked silence suddenly replaced the chaos of a moment before as the drivers and bystanders all glanced around.

Then someone yelled, “Watch out!”

Jay found the source of the voice and her gaze followed their panicked gestures upward. The back end of the truck tilted then settled, dangling partially off the barrier. The load inside the pick-up truck’s bed – which looked like stacks of some kind of metal containers – shifted and slid toward the tailgate, slamming against it.

The tailgate shuddered and then burst open, and piles of metallic containers toppled out into the open air.

Jay screamed, and time seemed to freeze momentarily as the metal boxes cascaded toward her, spinning open as they fell.

Time snapped in and Jay dropped to the ground. She curled into a ball, arms over her head, as metal objects struck the sidewalk and road with a deafening chorus of clangs.

One struck her back, and she realized with a shock that it didn’t crush her but it did hurt and it burned, splattering something hot and red all over her.

Blood, she thought, jumping to her feet to escape the scalding liquid, but it cooled quickly as clumps fell off of her and she stared down. Meatballs?

She took in the scene around her. Splattered catering trays of spaghetti sauce with meatballs covered the sidewalk and street, dented foil containers and lids scattered everywhere.

“You okay down there?”

Jay looked up in a daze to see a man leaning over the concrete barrier and another rushing up beside him.

“I’m so sorry! Are you all right?”

Drivers around Jay exited their sauce-splattered cars, and a few people rushed over to Jay. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?”

Jay looked down. Her already-filthy gown was covered in sauce, and one stray meatball hung against her collarbone, wedged between her dress and her skin. Her toes squished in pools of sauce inside her shoes. But she was okay. The sauce hadn’t been hot enough to truly burn her, only uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure what that said about the quality of their catering, but at least she hadn’t been scalded by a random hailstorm of meatballs. “I’m... I’m okay,” Jay muttered, surprised. “I’m okay.”

Relieved sighs broke out around her.

“That was terrifying to watch,” a grey-haired woman said, moving toward Jay. “Here, let me help you get cleaned up. I’ve got wet wipes in my car.” Jay let the woman take her arm and lead her over to a grey sedan, where the woman gestured for Jay to sit on the car’s hood. “Someone called the police. I imagine we need to wait for them to get here, since we’re all witnesses. But at least we can get some of that sauce off that lovely face. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Jay took the wet wipes the woman handed her. “Yes. Thank you.” Could this day get any stranger?

A few minutes later, Jay sat in the back of an ambulance while the paramedics checked her over. The cops were upstairs speaking to the truck driver. Most of the vehicles had been allowed to leave, but traffic was being detoured around the block while a small crew cleaned up the street.

A cargo van pulled up to the blockade and the driver climbed out. Jay read the side of the van – Sunny Street Thrift Shop Collections. The delivery van. The man began unloading stuff and handing it off to the shop attendant. A bag of what seemed to be clothing. A small child’s rocking chair. A pink and white dollhouse.

Jay turned to the paramedic, who was checking her blood pressure. “I’m fine, really. You don’t have to do that. I’m good to go.”

The paramedic glanced down at the meter of the cuff. “Almost done; just want to make sure.” He looked up at her. “It’s a little high.”

“I’m fine. Need to go. Thank you!” Jay stripped off the cuff and leaped to the ground, staggering a moment on her heels before rushing across to the shop.

The doorbell dinged as Jay raced in. She slid to the side as a woman passed, carrying a bulky black bag. The door swung shut behind her. Jay hurried toward the cashier. “Excuse me, could I see the dollhouse that guy just brought in?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you left! A woman actually grabbed that up as soon as it came in.” The cashier nodded toward the door.

Through the shop’s window, Jay saw the woman set the black bag before a young girl barely as big as the package. The girl peeked inside, then beamed and skipped in place. The woman hefted the item again and the girl twirled along behind her down the sidewalk.

Jay dashed out onto the sidewalk. “Wait, please!” She knew she looked crazy, and the torn, meatball-soaked dress only made it worse. But she needed that dollhouse.

The woman stopped by a car parked parallel to the sidewalk, just beyond the cordoned off meatball-mess, and turned. Her eyes narrowed as they found Jay. “Yes?” She pulled her little girl behind her with one hand as she adjusted the dollhouse against her torso.

Jay tried to give a friendly smile. “I’m sorry, I know you just bought that dollhouse, but I really need it. Can I purchase it from you?”

The child stared up at the woman with large, devastated eyes. The woman turned back to Jay and shook her head. “I’m sorry, but no. It’s for my daughter.”

Jay turned to the little girl. “Please, can I get you something else? Anything else. This dollhouse is... it belonged to someone and it is important to me.”

The little girl shook her head. “Mine.”

Jay sighed and turned back to the mother. “Please. I promise I’m not crazy, and I don’t usually go around bribing toys from children but please. This dollhouse...it’s sort of a matter of life and death.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed.

Jay realized uncomfortably how close the police were and how near she probably was to having the woman call them on her.

The little girl tugged her mother’s hand and the mother tipped down as the girl whispered something.

The mother laughed, then straightened and turned to Jay. “Okay. You can have the house... if you do something for us.”

Jay nodded. “Of course. What is it?”

The woman drew her keys from her pocket and popped the trunk of the car, revealing a mountain of chocolate candy bars. “Phoebe really wants to win the top award for the fundraiser this year. You can have the house, if you buy all her ChocoDream bars.”

Jay gaped. “That must be hundreds of dollars worth of chocolate.”

“$1200,” the woman said. “But it’s that or no deal.”

“Do it, Jay,” a voice whispered near her ear, making her cringe. “You have to. Either that or break in and steal it. We need that house. It’s the one.”

Jay glanced between the mother and the child with their matching hands-on-hip try me stares, and sighed. That ghost better hope it’s worth it. “I’ll do it. But I don’t have the money on me right now. How can I get it to you?”

“Give me your number, and I’ll text you a place and time to meet,” the woman said.

What is this, a drug deal? Jay shook her head. “I’m sorry. I lost my phone.”

The woman sighed. “Of course you did. How about this?” She set the dollhouse down – behind her, out of Jay’s reach, Jay noticed – and pulled a notebook and pen from the purse over her shoulder. “Here’s our address.” She tore a scrap out and handed it to Jay. “Stop by when you have the money ready. But it has to be within the next two days, or the deal’s off. Phoebe’s fundraiser deadline is coming up.” She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t get any ideas. I have an alarm system, a big dog, and a husband with guns. If you show up after two days, I’m calling the cops on you. I don’t trust you.”

Jay swallowed. “Right. Got it.”

The woman slammed the trunk, then shoved the dollhouse into the backseat of the car, and led the little girl around to buckle her into a car seat on the other side.

Jay backed up against the building, clutching the scrap of paper, as the mom and child drove off.

Jay only had $287 in her bank account and her credit card was already maxed out from covering excess bills. How in the world was she going to find $1200 to buy a mountain of chocolate?


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END OF CHAPTER 3


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Spinner Story Chapter 3 Plot:


Goal: Barbie Dream House

Obstacle: Meatball shower

Catastrophe: Mountain of Chocolate Bars


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