![]() ![]() Abry had read a novel about a nurse earlier that week, and since then everything carried disease. “Are you sure we're going the right way? There might be rats here. ![]() The alley had a sour smell, suggesting many more lurking cats.Ībry wrinkled her nose. A scraggly, yellow cat hopped on top of some rusty fuel barrels and arched its back at them. The girls darted into an alley between two warehouses. Because of this, Abry had told her mom they were going to the library … and then in typical Abry fashion, insisted on actually going to “reinforce their alibi.”Ī mechanical buggy rattled down the dirt road, its engine coughing and sputtering. The track was not a place for decent folk, too much gambling. Of course, Abry’s mother wouldn’t approve. She’d discovered her new perch only the day before and had been dancing on pins, she was so eager to share it with Abry. Why hurry when we can’t even get inside?”Ĭora winked. She blew upwards, pushing her pale hair out of her red face. “Come on! We’re going to miss the post parade.”Ībry shifted her books from her hand to the crook of her elbow. Twelve-year-old Cora tugged at her best friend Abry’s arm. This book is dedicated to Cora and her mother, Bethany, who faced trials I couldn't even imagine and came through them with grace and courage I could only hope to possess. Burke's latest novels, author news and events, or to contact the writer, go to ![]()
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