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I hated his loud voice and his fancy car. His shirts weren’t flannel like Grandad wore, but they had buttons, and sometimes he wore a tie. Why did he have to shout so much? He was a big man, tall and always dressed like grown-ups on TV shows. If she were upset and wanted to hide out there, she’d have come to get me first. Maybe she was waiting it out in a tree, or had gone out to the spot she called the fairy garden where she couldn’t hear her parents fighting.īut I’d been playing at the creek all morning-bored without her-and I hadn’t seen her. I hoped Grace had run down the hill and jumped the creek. They were out on Gram and Grandad’s land, past the gardens. Most of our favorite spots weren’t near our houses. Gavin found the best ones, but he was also the smallest and could probably fit into a snake hole if he tried. Of course she wasn’t sitting on the porch while her parents yelled at each other.

I peeked onto their front porch but didn’t see her there either. I slowed to a walk and carefully crept toward the front. Grace wasn’t in her backyard, and I didn’t see her on the side of the yard that faced our house. Gram was working in the garden, but she didn’t call for me as I ran by and veered toward the space between our two houses. It sounded like her parents were out front, so I raced across the grass.

If this was making my stomach hurt, she was probably really upset. I hopped over the shallow water and ran up the slope toward Grace’s house. The yelling didn’t stop, the loud voices carrying all the way down to the creek. I used to think she meant he didn’t clean up his dishes, but now I wondered if she meant a different kind of mess. Once I heard Gram say he always left messes behind. The problem was, everyone got upset when Mr. She was my best friend and we saw each other every day, except when her dad was visiting. Not because it meant Grace would be busy and couldn’t come outside with me, although I hated that too. Grace’s dad didn’t live with them like some dads did, but he came to visit sometimes. Which meant it had to be Grace’s mom, Miss Naomi, and her dad, Mr. Gram and Grandad never yelled, especially not at each other. I didn’t know why, but even if they weren’t yelling at me, the sound of grown-ups fighting always gave me a stomachache.

Someone yelled again-a man’s voice, loud and booming-and my stomach twisted. Levi and Logan splashed downstream from me with Gavin, who was covered head to toe in mud. Evan was in a tree, probably trying to get away from the twins. Dropping my stick in the trickling creek water, I whipped around to look, but my brothers were the only ones around. I startled at the sharp sound of grown-ups yelling.

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