CHAPTER 20The antiquated cell phone lay on the counter of Mason’s Fix-It Shop in what Mara could only describe as three clumps. One was a gray plastic casing, cracked nearly in half with the bottom portion—designed to cover the large oval keys—hanging loosely from its fractured hinge. The second was a knot of wires mounted onto a circuit board, and the third was a battery casing, a mounting and more wires.
Mara’s middle-school friend Buddy had been waiting in front of the shop when she had arrived to open up. Now he loomed over the mess with a worried look and said, “Do you think you can fix it?”
“Sheesh, Bud. I don’t know. It’s pretty much destroyed. What happened to it?”
“I was riding my bike and talking to my dad, and it slipped out of my hand, and a big truck ran over it. I tried to
