When I told him about the wolves, he stopped and stared at me with his mouth hanging open. “You’re kidding!” Nick said. “Everyone’s been spending all this time looking for them and y’all haven’t said anything?” “Stop looking at me like that!” I said, and I grabbed one of the poles. Without my usual caution, I tossed the bologna in the water, then watched the greasy quarter-sized rainbow that formed where the bologna sank. I’d thought it would be such a relief to tell someone, but I didn’t feel any better, the way he looked at me. I wished I hadn’t said those things to Mama about Diana earlier tonight. I didn’t like what Mama said about Diana being on medicine and having problems and not wanting me to spend time with her. Mama didn’t even know Diana. I threw a pebble in the pond and watched the widening circle of ripples move outward. I’d read in my science book this year that a tsunami was like a gigantic version of a pebble being thrown in a pond. Underwater earthquakes radiated energy that moved five hundred miles per hour through the water and crashed on beaches thousands of miles away.
What do You think about Summer Of The Wolves (2012)?
