This Lullaby

by Sarah Dessen

Six months ago, my brother wouldn’t have been able to define smart much less casual.

“Ted,” Dexter said, reaching over to the phone and yanking it off the hook. He dialed a number, then sat there, drumming his fingers on the table.

Without power?

It happened to Spinnerbait.” “Hate Spinnerbait,” John Miller said, and they all three nodded, as if this was clear fact.