Chapter 7 The next morning, Grandma clomped up the basement stairs, her arms full of supplies. “They don’t call it Mephitis mephitis for nothing,” she said, to no one in particular. “I bought two quarts of tomato juice at the Dollar Store yesterday. The rest of the ingredients should be here in my secret stash.…” She rummaged through the box she’d brought up. “Where’s that hydrogen peroxide?” “There’s one bottle in the medicine cabinet and you’re borrowing some more from Mrs. Sanders. You just called to ask,” Keisha said. Keisha and Razi were sitting at the kitchen table, coloring. Keisha had her favorite drawing book next to her—How to Draw Baby Animals. It was opened to the puppy page. “‘Puppies have larger heads compared to their bodies than full-sized dogs,’” Keisha read aloud as she sketched. Razi was working on a picture from a coloring book they’d given him at his Safety Town class. He was coloring all the police officers purple. He started a song: “Me-phi-tis me-phi-tis.
