Pin 2 The next morning, Mr. Pin woke to the smell of warm cinnamon rolls and the sound of an elevated train rumbling past. Sally had put him up for the night on a cot in the back room. Suddenly a little girl with curly red hair poked her head into his room and demanded, “Who are you?” “Who are yo...
Mr. Pin was worried. How long could his fish go without chocolate chips? Mr. Pin even had trouble eating his caramel fudge pancakes, one of Sally’s specialties. The diner had cleared out early. It was still snowing and a lot of people just stayed home. Maggie’s school was closed so Mr. Pin had he...
Pin: The Chocolate Files 3 “I always sing when I drive. Keeps me awake,” said Luigi to Maggie and Mr. Pin as he drove them to the opera. Luigi sang arias to the music on the radio while Mr. Pin tapped his wing on the dash. Luigi swung his pasta truck behind a long line of limousines parked on Nor...
Pin sat in his back room, looking at three empty chocolate boxes. Mr. Pin lined them up on his desk next to a microscope. A single light bulb dangling from the ceiling swung gently whenever the elevated train on Wabash went by. “Just empty boxes of chocolate,” said Maggie. “Not quite,” said Mr. P...