Blood Brothers
“Annie Wylder said as they finally reached the car. Using the key fob from her purse, she popped the trunk. “I didn’t think we were ever going to make it back.” She placed her bags down and wiped her brow with the back of her hand.
“I’m tired, too.”
“Aww,” Mrs. Wylder said, turning to her.
“That’s sweet for you to say. But I bet you could walk another twenty miles without complaint.” Mrs. Wylder’s voice was sweet like syrup, and twice as nice.
“Only if we got more ice cream.” Mrs. Wylder was so ...much fun. Christal wished her classmates were all this nice to her.
“Enough of that. We’ve still to stop at the market and find something for supper. What would you prefer, chicken and rice or fettuccini Alfredo?”
“Hmm, how about we make a pizza? With extra cheese.” Since Christal had learned that you could make a pizza at home instead of having it delivered in cardboard boxes, she’d been thrilled. Truth be told, she enjoyed making it—flopping on pepperoni, sausage, shredded cheese and anything else she wanted—as much as she liked eating it.MoreLess
“I’m tired, too.”
“Aww,” Mrs. Wylder said, turning to her.
“That’s sweet for you to say. But I bet you could walk another twenty miles without complaint.” Mrs. Wylder’s voice was sweet like syrup, and twice as nice.
“Only if we got more ice cream.” Mrs. Wylder was so ...much fun. Christal wished her classmates were all this nice to her.
“Enough of that. We’ve still to stop at the market and find something for supper. What would you prefer, chicken and rice or fettuccini Alfredo?”
“Hmm, how about we make a pizza? With extra cheese.” Since Christal had learned that you could make a pizza at home instead of having it delivered in cardboard boxes, she’d been thrilled. Truth be told, she enjoyed making it—flopping on pepperoni, sausage, shredded cheese and anything else she wanted—as much as she liked eating it.MoreLess
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