“You’re awfully quiet,” said her mother. “What are you thinking about so hard?” Summer looked up guiltily. “Nothing.” “Did something happen at school?” “No.” Summer took a hasty mouthful of mashed potatoes. “So what were you thinking about?” “Um…” Summer knew when she’d taken too long to answer because her mother’s smile got brittle around the edges and the skin under her eyes went funny and tight.
