“Don’t wolf down you food,” Jane scolded as Jennalee shoveled scrambled eggs into her mouth.
‘I’m not wolfing,” Jennalee replied, “and is that even a verb?”
Jane chuckled. “Nice to know some of the school’s efforts have paid off.”
Once fed, Jennalee hopped up but before she could flee, she heard a familiar refrain. “Stick around and help out.”
“Sure,” Jennalee said from the hall where she raced along. In minutes she was dressed in cutoff denim shorts and a pink tank top. She added pink sandals, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and once outside, congratulated herself on her choice of attire because it was already hot. Sutherlands were in the pool, though not as many as before. Hangovers, Jennalee decided. How many were laid out zonked in bed? She considered them as she hurried along the
