Bridge was close enough to smell Sherm’s bread smell. Mr. Partridge had ordered pizza again. Now he stood in front of a whiteboard he’d propped up against an old piece of scenery. From her spot on the floor, Bridge could make out some blue sky and the back end of a large pink pig.Mr. Partridge glanced at his watch. “Quickly, people. We don’t have much more time.” He tapped the board, where he’d written their list of Talentine show themes in purple block letters:ITALIAN RESTAURANTNORTH POLE (PENGUINS)APOLLO 11 MOON LANDINGROMAN BATHTHE SIXTIES/HIPPIESRAIN FOREST“I don’t think there are penguins at the North Pole,” Bridge whispered to Sherm. “They’re all in Antarctica.” “Good point,” Sherm said. “Why’d you nominate the moon landing?”“Because. I thought we could try it out.”He gave her a questioning look.“A fake moon landing,” she said. “We’ll make one of those landing-pod things, and we’ll get a flag, and—I don’t know, rocks? Come on, just vote for it.”The sixties was a strong contender.
