“You’re really cruising through this book,” Cara’s mother poked her head through her daughter’s door.
Cara placed a finger on the word she was reading and looked up thoughtfully. “It’s my history, Mom. What did you expect?”
“You’re right. Any questions?” her mom said.
“None that you’ll answer,” Cara teased.
Her mother laughed softly. “I’m sorry to bug you, but there’s only an hour left until your party.”
“Okay Mom. I think I might finish by then.”
“Good for you,” said her mom. “You can ask me whatever you want when you’re done.”
She left a glass of lemonade on...
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