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Ivy and Shelly were in the kitchen making supper when they heard the kitchen door slam.
“You sure took long enough,” Ivy said, a little annoyed. Looking up, she saw blood on Bennett’s white shirt. His face was drained of color. She cried out, “Oh, my goodness, what happened?”
He put up his hands. “Mitch is okay now, but—”
“Is he hurt?” Shelly dropped the cucumber she was slicing. “Where is he?” she demanded.
“I helped him up to my room,” Bennett said. “He’s resting on the couch, but he’s pretty beat up. Nothing broken—except his skateboard. He checked out at the hospital, just to make sure. A car made a U-turn, and he had to leap out of the way. You might want to take some ice packs and pain medication if you have them. He’s going to be sore tomorrow.”
Ivy quickly pulled out ice p
