Midway, Bridget books

Licorice Whips

Deana plucked Nikla on the side of her head. “Ow!” Nikla rubbed her temple. She didn’t expect abuse like this from her friend during lunch. Some of the diners near them in the restaurant glanced their way. Nikla ignored them. “What was that for?” Nikla placed her fork back on her plate and rubbed...