R My Name is Rachel (2011)
“I pull on my wrinkled Sunday dress and glance in the mirror. I must have grown when I wasn’t looking. Either that or the dress shrank by itself. I grin a little.
My good shoes are under the bed. I pull them on; my feet have grown, too.
I run a comb through my hair, patting down the sides, until I’m sure I’m presentable.
Down in the kitchen, Cassie is sweeping the floor around the chickens. “Clean out a spot in the barn,” I tell her. “And get them out there, if you don’t mind.”
She twitches one ...shoulder but she doesn’t answer.
I glare at her. “Where’s Joey?”
“He’s up on the roof, polishing that rooster. He’ll probably break his neck.”
It’s my turn not to answer. I know this about Joey now. He does things that we think are dangerous. But he doesn’t do anything he can’t do. I really believe that. I go out the door and look up.
“Don’t fall,” I yell. “I’m going to town and I can’t save you.”
He waves down at me, that good egg Joey. “Don’t worry.MoreLess
My good shoes are under the bed. I pull them on; my feet have grown, too.
I run a comb through my hair, patting down the sides, until I’m sure I’m presentable.
Down in the kitchen, Cassie is sweeping the floor around the chickens. “Clean out a spot in the barn,” I tell her. “And get them out there, if you don’t mind.”
She twitches one ...shoulder but she doesn’t answer.
I glare at her. “Where’s Joey?”
“He’s up on the roof, polishing that rooster. He’ll probably break his neck.”
It’s my turn not to answer. I know this about Joey now. He does things that we think are dangerous. But he doesn’t do anything he can’t do. I really believe that. I go out the door and look up.
“Don’t fall,” I yell. “I’m going to town and I can’t save you.”
He waves down at me, that good egg Joey. “Don’t worry.MoreLess
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