Chance asked Darcy. The girl let out an irritated sigh. “You’re not listening. At least when Mom helps me, she listens.” “Okay, hotshot.” He tipped back his Stetson, which she was still wearing, so he could see her face. “Tell me again. I’m listening.” She rolled her eyes. “I have to write a paragraph on the person I admire the most. Petey and me looked up the word admire. How’s an eight-year-old supposed to know what that means?” “But you had a good idea of what it meant, didn’t you?” “Yeah, but we wanted to be sure ’cause we make all A’s and we didn’t want to make a B.” Chance wondered where her sidekick was today, but figured the kid had to go home sometimes. He cleared his throat. “Have you written the paragraph?” “Yes, and now you have to check my spelling.” She slid a sheet of notebook paper toward him. He glanced at her and asked, “Do you have a dictionary?” She gave that annoyed sigh again. “I knew you didn’t know how to spell.”
