Nora asked Caitlin as they went out into the hallway. “Caitlin’s room is the scariest thing you’re going to see this Halloween,” LL remarked. “It’s totally frightening!” Caitlin laughed. “They gave up a long time ago.” She shrugged. “When we moved in to this new apartment, I tried to keep it clean, but that lasted about a week. I’m barely ever home. Between gymnastics and school and homework, I don’t have time to clean it. They told me they’d rather I get good grades than spend my time folding and straightening.” Aleah said, “After I heard about Caitlin’s deal, I tried the same argument with my parents. Instead of giving me a pass, they sent me to my room with a dust cloth and a broom.” LL shook her head. “My mom would kill me if I didn’t use my drawers or closet.” “Mine too,” Nora agreed. Plus, she’d learned the hard way about leaving her stuff lying around in the living room. The elevator dinged and the four girls got inside. Aleah pressed the button for the tenth floor.
