Bess said. She prodded her mother with her elbow. “My point is,” Julia continued, “that my father believes that adventures aren’t just for books. But see for yourself. Here he is—Morton Sandback!” With that, Mr. Sandback walked into the room. He was as tall and skinny and redheaded as Julia. He was dressed in plaid trousers and a black vest covered with felt patches. Some of the patches looked like books. Others looked like pens and pencils. Some looked like typewriters. The famous author peered at the audience over half-moon glasses. Then he broke into a big, friendly grin. “Thank you, Julia,” he said. “And hello there, kids. Let’s jump right in. Who has a good, juicy question for me?” “I do, I do,” shouted a dozen kids, waving their hands. One of them was Nancy. But Mr. Sandback pointed to someone sitting behind her. “Mr. Sandback,” said a squeaky voice. Nancy twisted around in surprise. Andy Nixon was sitting right behind her, next to his dad. What was he doing here?
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