Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion Quotes

“wardrobe”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion

“shaggy”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion

“strolled”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion

“brilliantly”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion

“Maggie,” Caroline said. “Beckett, you remember Maggie, right?” “No,” said Beckett. Then he giggled, and lucky for him his giggle was cute. “You mean you head-butt everyone who comes through the door?” I asked, hands on my hips, playfully indignant. “Can I come with you to walk Nofarm?” he asked. “Oh, Maggie’s not here to walk Nofarm. She’s here to babysit,” Caroline explained. “No!” yelled Beckett, clinging to his mom’s leg. “We talked about this, Beckett. You knew Maggie was coming.” “Don’t leave!” Beckett screamed. He held on to his mom like a clamp. Yikes. Separation anxiety. We read about that in Babysitting 101, and not only that—I remembered the feeling from when I was little and my own parents left me for the evening. I really felt for poor Beckett. There’s nothing like parents getting dressed up to go somewhere fun and abandoning you for the night with a near stranger.”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion

“fathom”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion

“Because the thing is, as Milo and my friends taught me, ghosts do exist. They don’t have to be the creepy monsters that cause nightmares or do harm. They can take the form of memories, of feelings, or of a hard-to-define presence. Or of something else that’s impossible to explain, but that’s totally okay—just because something can’t be explained doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion

“Don’t know.” Milo crumpled the schedule and tossed it in the trash. Then he bent down to pet a passing poodle that promptly bared his pointy white teeth and growled. “Sorry,” said the owner—a hipster in skinny jeans with a tattoo of a dragon on his neck and a bowler hat on his head. “He’s kind of a jerk sometimes. Don’t take it personally.” “I won’t,” Milo replied, standing up straight again. The jerky poodle reminded me of something, but I couldn’t remember what. Oh, wait—that’s it. Dog walking! “I’ve got to walk Nofarm this afternoon!” I said. “But it’s Saturday,” said Milo. “Don’t you take weekends off?” “Usually, but Nofarm’s family just moved, so they asked me for this special favor.”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion

“it’s Brooklyn’s most famous haunted mansion.” Chapter 4 I laughed in his face. I mean, obviously I laughed, because I couldn’t fathom that Milo was serious. Haunted mansions? Who believed in haunted mansions? And if this mansion was so famous, how come I’d never heard of it before? I’ve lived in Park Slope for my whole life. This building has been here for a lot longer than that. And never, ever, do I recall hearing anyone mention anything about it being haunted, which I told Milo in between fits of laughter. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Maggie,” he said, his tone harsher than I’d ever heard it before.”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion