As Arden dug through the books, her cell rang. It was her mother.
“How was your first class?”
“It went well. Interesting bunch.” She filled her in on Parka and the rest.
“A boy who’s named after a coat?”
“It’s a joke. How’s sis?”
“Your sister is having a heavy drama day,” her mother said with a pinched sniff. “I honestly don’t know what to do with the child.”
“I told you. Spray her down with the garden hose.”
“And listen to her screech about her hair? Not on your life.”
“You could tape her mouth shut with duct tape.”
“Might try that,” her mother said with a laugh.
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