pulsed in the darkened room .
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O n Monday before first bell , ClaireLee dragged herself into the classroom like a dark cloud ready to gush rain. How much could she trust Belinda? Would her new friend tell the kids at school about Mamaâs crying spell?
Mrs. Reed pushed back from her paperwork. âHow was your weekend, Claire?â
She stifled a yawn. âBelinda spent the night.â
âWhat did you girls do?â Mrs. Reed laid aside her red pen.
âWe made pudding, and Belinda helped me with chores.â I should have made Belinda cross her heart to not breathe a word of what happened.
âAh, so nice.â Mrs. Reedâs eyes crinkled with mystery. âDo you own any books, Claire?â
The question threw her off, and she had trouble organizing her words. After a moment, she recited her list. â Really So Stories , Mother Goose , Childcraft of Fairytales , and Secret of the Old Clock. â
Bending, Mrs. Reed reached for a handle to the right side of her desk. âHow would you like another?â
The olâ gray cloud lifted. ClaireLee couldnât help itâshe chuckled. Her dry lips split a smidgen, and she pressed it with a finger. âIt would be neat, Mrs. Reed.â
Mrs. Reed opened the drawer, and her fingers disappeared inside. âClaire, Iâd like to give you this.â She thrust out her hand for ClaireLee to take the shiny black book. âA New Testament tells about Godâs Son Jesus and what he did for humanity.â
She inhaled the leather scent, and ClaireLeeâs fingers caressed the coverâs texture. Opening the pages, she read the thees and thous . Mrs. Reed hugged her, forcing ClaireLeeâs eyes shut. My teacher smells of cocoa, red lipstick.
âHowâs your family doing?â Mrs. Reed let go of ClaireLee. âYour mother?â
Grabbing a braid, ClaireLee twirled it around a finger. I donât want to fib, but â
The bell rang, and Mrs. Reed stood to meet the students at the door.
ClaireLee opened the top of her desk and nestled the Bible inside. School will be good today, if Belinda doesnât tell anyone about Mama. If she told, the day would be a catastrophe.
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A t first bell , ClaireLee followed Belinda to the tetherball court. The gift of the Bible cheered her, but she still worried by lunchtime the whole school would know about Mama. This is our familyâs private business.
Nibbling on a nail, she stood next to Belinda in the tetherball line. She waited for Belinda to pause in her discourse of how she enjoyed the weekend. Iâll make her swear to keep quiet about Mama.
Behind ClaireLee, Kayeâs voice interfered with her concerns. âIf you win the next game, Monteiro, you better understand Iâm real good.â
She scrunched her face at Kaye and said, âWeâll see.â What a brat. Why do I want to run the other way every time she opens her mouth? After a few games, and when Belinda lost to ClaireLee, Kaye took her spot. âIâm ready to win, Shrimp.â
Iâll show her. ClaireLee shrugged off her jacket and flung it in the air toward Belinda, who caught it with one hand. âStep all over her, ClaireLee. Beat her.â ClaireLee bobbled her head in response, ready to beat Smarty Britches.
ClaireLee gripped the ball, pulling the rope taut. Several girls ClaireLee didnât know well waved. She stood as tall as her four-foot-eight frame allowed and dug in her toes within her patent leathers.
âAre you scared?â Kaye shouted. âLetâs get this game going.â
Making a fist, ClaireLee socked the ball, and it zoomed over Kayeâs head. The rope circled the pole twice, but Kaye gained control with a slam of her two fists. Kids hooted. ClaireLee leaped in the air and grunted through clenched teeth. Pow. A blood vessel burst in her handâ ignore it âand she shook off the pain.
The rope zipped , but Kayeâs
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