Twenty-One “I was not expecting that,” Lynn said, as she stared down the rock slide as if willpower could move it. “What were you expecting? Smooth sailing?” Fletcher asked, as he slid off Terra Cotta’s saddle. “I would’ve been content with smooth walking,” Lucy muttered, joining Fletcher on the ...
The snow fell in slanted sheets, sticking to the trees and rocks. Lynn would run outside to deliver more wood down through the basement window into Lucy’s expectant little hands and come back inside with a coating of ice on her hair. Weeks passed where they saw no one else, and Lynn would anxious...
PEEKAY It’s like Adam and Branley got married over the weekend and now we all get to watch the honeymoon. “She’ll be pregnant by fourth period at this rate,” Sara says, tossing her books onto the desk. “I mean, I don’t know if you saw, but he had her pressed up against—” “I saw,” I say a little t...
He kept his head down, his notebook in his hand, and Grace reminded herself not to let her gaze follow him too often. Elizabeth and Nell had stuck by her the entire day, explaining that their duties—Nell’s in the laundry and Elizabeth’s in the kitchen—had been excused so that Grace could be shown...