The Contract
“He kept pretty quiet at the table, which wasn’t like him at all. Everybody in the Jeter house always had lots to say.
Tonight though, it was little Sharlee who was doing most of the talking, while Derek was left to his own thoughts. “. . . and Miss Deena says I do the best pliés in the whole class!”
“She did?” asked Derek’s mom. Her eyes widened so much, they were practically bugging out. “That’s wonderful, Sharlee! You worked really, really hard on those, didn’t you?”
“Uh-huh. I sure did!” Sharlee grinned. Even Derek, lost in his thoughts as he was, had to smile. Sharlee’s joy and pride were infectious.
“And I told Miss Deena my brother’s coming to the recital tomorrow,” she said, nodding her head for emphasis and crossing her arms in front of her.
That got Derek’s attention. “Me?”
Sharlee’s four-year-old brow wrinkled, and her lower lip quivered.
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