Matthew said. Logan glanced at Zoe, but she looked as flabbergasted as he was. In fact, everyone looked as though they’d been smacked in the face with a mapinguari. “Do I smell pancakes?” Miss Sameera sailed past Matthew, shrugging off her squashy neon pink coat to reveal a resplendently bright lime-green dress covered in yellow sunbursts. Gold tassels draped from the wrists and the hem where it brushed her toes. Her normally disheveled dark hair was smoothed back into a twisted updo. She noticed Matthew staring and twirled around, holding out her skirt. “Oh, yes, I dressed up! For the unicorns.” She clasped her hands together with a dreamy sigh and then wafted into the kitchen. “H-h-hi, Miss Sameera,” Zoe stammered. “Good morning,” the librarian sang. “Oh, I would love a pancake. Perhaps it’ll settle my stomach; I’ve been too excited to eat since yesterday.” “Yesterday?” Mrs. Kahn said carefully. “What happened yesterday?” “I was released from my interrogation cell!”
