“I just wanted to go down the slide.” They spilled over, leaving streaks along his cheeks. “Savanah pushed me.” Tears welled in his eyes. “Is everything all right, Bobby? Where’s Mr. Cole had sent the class out for recess with his assistant not even five minutes ago. His cheeks were red and a smudge of dirt hovered over one eyebrow. They were wide and his expression was insistent. He turned from where he’d been outlining the alphabet on the board and crouched to Bobby’s level, meeting his sincere blue irises. Mister Whit’ker.” This was followed by an insistent tug on his sleeve.Ĭole’s name whistled through the gap where Bobby Jenson’s two front teeth should be. This wouldn’t have been possible without your help. Thank you to Morgan, Piper, and Brittany. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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