Finn Romo had told Hector and me that he found a practically new skate ramp in the free classifieds the week before. One day after school, I looked through the online classifieds while I waited for my best friend, Hector, to get back from shoe shopping with his grandma. Us-and if you think you can handle it-you. Only a few people know how it all started. Honestly, I don’t even like pickles that much. Now you know we’re not really an organization of picklers. Check it out-Click on the Fizzy Pickle Soup recipe, and then click on the word simmer down at the bottom. On meeting days we take turns making a show out of carrying around some vinegar or a sack of cucumbers. You’d expect somebody would think it was fishy that a group of kids are excited enough about making pickles to meet every week. Five of us meet on Thursdays, after school in the science lab. Can you think of a club a person would be less curious about? That’s the point. I’m talking about the League of Pickle Makers. If somebody is that old, this isn’t their kind of story, anyway.
I’ve been paying attention, and I’m pretty sure that’s when a person’s sense of humor starts leaking out. I’ll assume that you can keep the important stuff secret and not pass this book on to anyone older than twenty. But I want to tell you everything that happened. I’m already in a whole lot of trouble, and it’s not just me. Can I trust you? I mean, to tell you this story I need to know that you can keep a couple of secrets.
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