Turning around, she walked slowly home, pondering what Miss Yoakum had just said. Bringing your own story to a book? Until that moment, she wasn’t aware she had a story to bring to anything. Glancing back toward Miss Yoakum, who had reappeared to sweep her dirt driveway, Corky thought about Miss Yoakum’s doozy of a story. But . . . what’s America’s?
