No one seemed to notice me and I wasn’t surprised. All of those boys seemed to be at least a foot taller than me. That was, until Gibsie came out. “Hey, little Shannon,” he said, noticing me immediately. “What are you doing standing out here in the rain?” “Oh, I was just… I wanted to… He was… And I…” Flapping my hands helplessly, I gave up and shrugged. “I was worried.” “About Johnny?” My shoulders sagged and I nodded in defeat. “Is it bad?” Gibsie frowned, looking uncertain. “Come on, Gibsie,” I pleaded. “Just tell me.” “He’s fine, little Shannon—” “Don’t lie to me,” I strangled out.
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