It was 5:30 p.m., almost time for dinner. But Dad wasn’t home from work yet. Lizzy was worried, normally Dad was home by now. Dad worked at an umbrella factory. He helped design really neat umbrellas — colorful ones, little ones, big ones. Dad usually brought home new umbrella designs he was working on to show the family. But lately, he hadn’t brought any home. “Mom, where’s Dad? Doesn’t he remember we’re going on vacation tomorrow? We’ve got to pack and get the map out and 昀椀gure out how we’re going to get to Grandma’s new house.” That’s what eight-year-old Lizzy loved the most, not going on vacation, but sitting with Dad and mapping out how to get to far away places they’ve never been to. 3