She’d turned from her begonias to shoot Nick and Tesla a wary glare. “What is that?” Julie said when Tesla lifted the glider and prepared to send it on its first flight. They could often be found in their uncle’s backyard testing out homemade hovercrafts and balloon rockets and robots.
Maybe Julie would have overcome her dislike for Uncle Newt and warmed up to Nick and Tesla- maybe-but the kids were wannabe inventors themselves. So far, he’d only succeeded in building several extremely smelly time bombs.) (Uncle Newt was convinced he could build an engine for a vacuum cleaner that ran on compost. Since the kids had come to stay with him a couple weeks earlier, his out-of-control creations had chewed up Julie’s flower beds, demolished one of her garden gnomes, set her lawn on fire, and splattered her car with thirty pounds of putrid bananas flambé. Unfortunately, he was also a forgetful, dreamy, not-particularly-safety-minded one. Nick and Tesla’s uncle was an inspired, ingenious, innovative inventor. Wouldn’t you if you lived next door to Uncle Newt?” Nick nodded, eyeing the woman suspiciously. She didn’t look much like a spy to Tesla.
A sweat-soaked bandana was wrapped around her head. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and dirty gardening gloves. There was only one other person in sight: a fortyish woman crouched over a bed of begonias about forty feet away. She and her brother were in their uncle’s backyard, about to test-fly the hoop glider they’d been working on that morning.
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