Chapter Two Saturday Treasure "Ali Miller!'' boomed a loud voice. ''Stop right there!" Ali nearly jumped out of her summer-tan skin. She spun around and saw a huge stone statue of a woman holding a vase. It sounded as if the voice had come from the statue itself. ''Buy me now, Ali," the voice boomed again. ''Pleeease take me home with you!" "Oh, Gran!" Ali groaned as she suddenly recognized the speaker. She turned bright red when she saw that people were staring at her. ''Everyone's looking!" Ali's grandma popped her head out from behind the statue. ''Isn't this great?'' she said, a grin on her face. ''Don't worry, I'm not going to buy her. She'd never fit in my car!" Ali laughed. She called Gran the Junk Queen. Gran's house was full of old stuff she'd collected at garage sales and flea markets, Just like the one they were at now. Although Ali didn't like it when her grandma did something embarrassing, like wearing that awful floppy hat or hiding behind statues, she really looked forward to their Saturday bargain-hunting trips. Sometimes the things people didn't want were really weird! And what was even weirder was that other people wanted to buy them! Today Gran had already bought a smelly one-eyed teddy bear, a cracked china teapot, and a carton of musty old books. ''Saturday treasures," she called them. Ali hadn't bought anything. She still had two dollars tucked inside her flower-shaped change purse. She'd been hoping to find some cool barrettes or maybe a poster of her favorite band, BoyFrenzy. So far, she'd had no luck. Gran moved on to the next stall and started poking around in some cardboard boxes. Ali hurried after her. It was so hot! Maybe after this Gran would find a nice lemonade stand. "Look at this, Ali!" Gran smiled. ''Isn't it wonderful?'' Ali stared at the dusty, dirty object her gran was holding. It didn't look that wonderful to her. "It's a Lava lamp," Gran explained. "Well, it looks pretty ancient,'' Ali said. She'd seen Lava lamps at the mall.When the lamp heated up, the colored wax inside moved and stretched itself into fantastic shapes. But this lamp looked as if it had given up long ago. The wax looked hard as rock. The liquid surrounding it was a murky blue, and what had once been bright pink was now the color of old bubble gum. ''That's because it's an original model," Gran said, brushing off some of the dirt. She peered at the bottom of the lamp. "I bet it's from the sixties.'' That did sound pretty ancient. But Ali didn't want to point that out to Gran. "And you know what?" Gran said, her blue eyes twinkling. ''My first boyfriend gave me one exactly like this for my seventeenth birthday!'' Ali grinned. She loved looking at photos of her gran when she was a teenager, with her black eye makeup, miniskirts, and big hair. Suddenly the dirty old lamp seemed much more interesting. "Who was your first boyfriend, Gran?'' Ali asked. She couldn't picture her with anyone but Gramps. And Gramps sure didn't look like a boyfriend. "Oh, I had so many, I can't remember!" Gran winked at Ali. ''Actually, it was Eddie Norris, who lived next door to us." ''What happened to your lamp, Gran?" Ali wondered out loud. Then she gasped. "Maybe this is the very same one Eddie Norris gave you all those years ago!'' "No, it can't be." Gran shook her head. ''My lamp got broken when your mother decided to play soccer in the living room." Ali stared at the lamp and then felt for her flower change purse. It would be great to have something from the sixties that reminded her of Gran. And if she cleaned it up, it would look really cool. She could put it on the desk in her bedroom. Gran saw the look on Ali's face. ''Would you like it,Jones, Miranda is the author of 'Make a Wish ' with ISBN 9780385731379 and ISBN 038573137X.