Monday comes, the bus arrives to pick me up, and when we pull up to the school, I grab my books and follow my classmates inside.
After lunch, I wander over to the edge of the playground by the chain-link fence and practice convincing one of the dead weeds at the edge of the playground to move. Still no luck.
"What"s ya doing over here, Deidra Ann?" Becky, one of my friends, asks, walking up to me.
"Nothin", just looking."
"Annie found a dollar once. Said it was all stuck-like in the fence."
"Nice."
"So, you found any money?"
"Nope."
"You heard the news about the sawmill?"
"Yeah, my uncle works there."
Becky purses her lips. It"s a nervous habit I"ve noticed she does when she"s ready to pop out some big announcement.
"Is that your uncle who sometimes picks you up? The one in the
