yelled Alex out loud. She was in her room, sitting on the floor with a fan of poster boards around her, her laptop on her lap. Ava was just passing by her room and poked her head in. “Was that you who just yelled?” “Yes!” Alex said hotly. “Sorry,” she added, more calmly. “I didn’t mean to startle you. But it’s been really frustrating trying to come up with a decent slogan. Nothing rhymes with ‘Alex.’ Not a thing!” Ava suppressed a grin and came in and sat down on Alex’s bed. “Need some help brain-storming?” Alex scowled. “I doubt you can help,” she said. “Why couldn’t they have named me Ann or Pat, or even Sandy?” “How about ‘Sackett’?” suggested Ava. “ ‘Sackett to me’?” Alex gave her a look. “Yeah, no,” said Ava after some consideration. “How about, ‘Sackett can hack it!’?” Alex blew out a frustrated breath. “No, thanks,” she said. “I have one!” said Ava, bouncing up and down on the bed excitedly. “How about ‘Count on Someone Who Counts!’?
