Dempster met them at the admissions counter. Tired and haggard, he motioned for them to sit down on a sofa in the reception area. “Frank, how are you?” Mrs. Epp asked. “How’s Alison?” “We’re in shock, Doreen,” he said. “And Josh?” He looked away, tears welling in his eyes. “We don’t know,” he rep...
Ariel dashed out the school entrance, frizzy red hair flying, green eyes gleaming. “Can I hitch a ride?” “Sure,” Bertrand answered reluctantly, unlocking his bike and straddling the seat. Ariel jumped onto the foot pegs bolted to the rear axle. “Whee!” she whooped as they rolled down the path. “J...