quietly. “Olivia. What did you do?”
“I got Mr. Harold involved like I planned. I told him,” my daughter said. She took a small sip of her juice. “This morning. She was on her phone in the yard while I was waiting for the bus.”
“You told him what?” I asked.
“What did you do?”
“That the mean lady was on her phone in her yard. She was talking really loudly.continue reading …
