“Wow! Look at this. We made the headlines,” she said to Estella and Kale, who were sitting at the breakfast table. Kale mumbled something into his eggs, and Estella grabbed the paper. “Let me see.” As she read the page, her brows lifted and her mouth formed a silent whistle. ‘“KRIP NEWS TEAM FOILS BANK ROBBERY.’ Well, well, well. A color picture and the whole works. Sorry I missed being in on the ‘daring high-speed chase.’ Did I tell you that I thought your story on the news last night was dynamite?” Sunny beamed, preening at the compliment. “At least three times, but tell me again.” “I wouldn’t want you to get the big head.” “Not likely, but it was a super story, wasn’t it? I couldn’t sleep last night for thinking about it. I grinned all night. But most of the credit goes to Kale. While we were putting the piece together, he taught me more about writing and editing and dramatic effect than I learned in four years of college. He’s brilliant. Kale, did I tell you that you’re brilliant?”
