“Pick you up from Kia’s at six.” His fingers drummed the console. After school, she and Kia were going to make the posters for the demonstration at city hall the next day. Taylor wanted to make sure Kia’s dad knew exactly which posters were theirs so the reporters and camera people couldn’t possibly miss them. Her backpack was crammed with paints and two rolled-up poster-size photographs that her grandmother had helped her with. The photographs were from her grandmother’s professional portfolio. One was a picture of the pond at sunrise with a blue heron fishing at the edge. The other was fields of flowers in June, daisies and poppies bending in the wind, the water sparkling with sunlight. Eve had had both of the photographs blown up poster-size for Taylor and Kia. All they had to do was mount them on poster board and sticks, and write messages. Taylor was thinking of SAVE THIS PLACE! PLEASE DON’T LET IT BE KILLED! But she wanted Kia’s dad’s opinion. Inside the classroom, Taylor spotted Kia helping Ms.
