“Boogers !” nine-year-old Rebecca Hathorne blurted out, dropping the rose she had just cut, and blotting

         Joy and I hardly met throughout the years, and we weren’t exactly close. The few

“Hey guys! I think I found the tooth!” Starr exclaims. She is pointing at a white

             Static kept buzzing from the other end of the line. Nothing she said was getting

           The thermometer beeps. I already know I won’t like whatever news it has for me.

The boy in the Zoom box had a sullen expression that said, I hate my job.