" a blast of putrid air. I nearly gagged. “Yeccch, it stinks!” I blurted out. “Really?” Mary Anne said. “I think it’s magical.” “No, not Hawaii! Our fridge!” Sam slammed the door shut. “What died in there?” “Someone died?” Mary Anne asked. I held my nose. “Doe! Just sub boldy food.” (Take some advice from me, Kristy Thomas. If you’re going on vacation, don’t ever leave an open bowl of tuna salad in your fridge.) Charlie "

― Ann M. Martin , Kristy's Worst Idea (The Baby-Sitters Club, #100)