Suddenly, a pink-nailed hand reached out and pulled Ivy behind the greenery. Olivia was huddled back there with Camilla. "Did you tell her?" Ivy and Olivia asked each other at the same time. They nodded to each other and then had a big group hug. "Congratulations on finding your father," Camilla grinned at Ivy."Can you believe that, this whole time, their real dad's been right in front of them?" Sophia asked excitedly to Camilla, who shook her head in disbelief.
"Social studies!" exclaimed Sophia suddenly. "That's how we'll keep Mr Vega in Franklin Grove!" [...] "We just did a whole unit on the Civil Rights Movement, and we had to watch part of that movie Gandhi. There's only one way to successfully fight the blatant injustice of racism, British colonial rule, or being forced to move to Europe!" "And that would be...?" Brendan said cluelessly. "Passive resistance!" blurted Sophia. She looked around excitedly."I should've known that!" Brendan slapped his head with his palm. "I am seriously going to fail this midterm."
Watching Ivy pick at a patty of raw ground beef while she had tuna salad, Olivia couldn't help marveling at the differences between the two of them - and how close they'd become.
Her fork was still poised before her lips, with the same tiny chunk of black pudding on it. She kept trying to psyche herself up into putting the stuff into her mouth. Mr Vega's going to get suspicious, she thought desperately. I'll have to do it now.
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