Like Pickle Juice on a Cookie - by Julie Sternberg, Matthew Cordell (illustrator)
“I keep the letter right by my bed so I see it when I wake up in the morning, and when I go to sleep at night.”
Eleanor taking a walk and taking pictures of Brooklyn flowers. The setting of the story is in Brooklyn.
Bibi's letter finally arrives!
"Together we went outside and sat on the bench across the street from my building to wait on a Bibi's letter."
Eleanor and her dad are mailing a letter to Bibi.
"Bibi is moving away," she said. "Bibi is my babysitter. She has been my babysitter my whole life. She is the best babysitter in the world."
" I had a bad August. A very bad August. As bad as pickle juice on a cookie."