His mother had two kinds of vinegars-wine vinegar and plain vinegar. Then he added the other ingredients one by one. All drinks tasted better cold, and he was sure this one would too. He filled the glass halfway and added an ice cube. Now, first the grape juice, Andrew thought. He’d start with just one glassful and then drink another if he With or without the skin, Andrew wondered. Andrew ran downstairs and selected a small one, since the recipe only called for a speck. Marcus kept onions in the basement in a bin. He found everything except the lemon-that was in the refrigerator-and the onion. He climbed up on the kitchen counter so he could reach the cabinets. Of course, she didn’t use them all TOGETHER. It didn’t sound like much of a secret recipe. You get FRECKLES.” Andrew read the list twice. P.S., the faster you drink it, the faster The ingredients are: grape juice, vinegar, mustard, mayonnaise, juice from one lemon, pepper and salt, ketchup, olive oil, and a speck of onion. Mix up all these things together- stir well and drink fast. To get like Nicky Lane, drink two glasses. It said: “Sharon’s Secret Recipe for Freckle Juice: One glass makes an average amount of freckles. He pulled out the secret recipe and sat down on the floor to read it. Andrew dashed to his house, unlocked he front door, and took off his shoe as soon as he was inside. He wasn’t allowed to turn on the stove or the oven. He hoped the recipe didn’t say to cook anything.

I’ll be home byįour o’clock.” That only gave him an hour.

I came for the key.” “Manners, Andrew… manners! Don’t you say hello to all the ladies?” Mrs. His mother was dealing four piles of cards. Your mother’s in the living room.” Andrew followed Mrs.

I just want the key.” “Well, come in, Andrew. “You’re home from school early.” “I ran all the way,” Andrew panted. “Hello, Andrew,” she sad when she opened the door. Still, there might be some hard words that would take a while And he wasn’t the world’s fastest reader anyway, even though he’d gotten better since last fall. He didn’t want to waste any time getting there. He made up his mind not to read it until he got home. Even if it were windy, nothing could happen to it there. He as going to put it inside his sock, but he was afraid if his foot got sweaty, the ink might blur, and he wouldn’t be able to read it. The secret recipe for freckle juice was folded carefully in the bottom of Andrew’s shoe.

Freckle Juice by Judy Blume