HUFFED STEVIE as she pedaled her bike faster up the street. “I’m going to be late for this, too.” It had been a less than perfect day for her from the beginning. First she’d overslept. Then she’d drawn snooty Veronica di-Angelo’s name when Max passed around the Secret Santa helmet. And now, after she’d gotten back from TD’s, the time had just slipped away and she was about to be late for her last voice lesson. Her only hope was that Ms. Bennefield’s lessons tended to run overtime, so there was the slightest possibility that the student ahead of her might still be there. She pedaled even faster. The cold air whistled past her ears. Bicycles aren’t nearly as efficient as horses, she decided as she steered around a manhole cover. Belle and I could cut through these yards and jump the hedges. On a bicycle, you have to stay on one side of the street. She zoomed around the last corner. Ms. Bennefield’s little redbrick house stood in the middle of the block. Stevie could see the boy who took lessons before her getting into his mother’s car.
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