Fudge-a-Mania Excerpt from the novel by Judy Blume 85 wpm

“Guess what, Pete?” my brother Fudge said. “I’m going to get married tomorrow.” I looked up from my baseball cards.

“Isn’t this kind of sudden?” I asked; since Fudge was only five. “No,” he said. “Well…who’s the lucky bride?”

“Sheila Tubman,” Fudge said. I hit the floor, pretending to have fainted dead away. Fudge started shaking me and shouting,

“Get up, Pete!” Then Tootsie, my baby sister, started dancing around me singing, “Up, Pee…Up.”

Next my Mom was beside me asking, “Peter… what happened? Peter, are you all right?”

“I told him I’m getting married tomorrow,” Fudge said. “And he just fell right over on the floor”

“I fell over when he told me he was going to marry Sheila Tubman,” I moaned.

“Really, Peter…” Mom said. “Aren’t you overdoing it a bit?” I clutched my stomach and groaned, but Mom continued talking.

“Mr. Tubman is the one who told us about the house in Maine. It’s right next to the one they rented.”

“And that’s how it all began.”