The Second Life of Abigail Walker
“her mom called when Abby walked inside the house. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Just walking around the creek,” Abby told her, coming into the kitchen, which smelled like onions and paprika.
“Could you stir the sauce for me?” Her mother was working on her laptop at the kitchen counter. “What creek, honey? I didn’t know there was a creek around here.”
“It’s a couple streets over,” Abby said, picking up the wooden spoon that was on the stove. She stirred the liquid bubbling in the dutch oven. “It’s not a very big creek, but it has some nice rocks.”
Abby’s mother looked up from the computer. “I didn’t know you were interested in nature, honey. That’s nice. And I have something nice to tell you.”
Abby put down the spoon and took a seat at the kitchen table. Her mother’s idea of nice and hers weren’t always the same. She braced herself.
“Kristen has invited you to a sleepover at her house on Friday!” her mom announced, as though she were telling Abby she’d won the lottery.
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