In memory of Beverly Cleary …
"Yeah?" is how Lawrence greeted the stranger at his door …
"You never have to call a Crossroads Cab," the driver said …
"It's said that we travel together … “
"This face," she whispered, sad and annoyed …
The meeting droned on …
"Are you freaking kidding? Really?" he muttered …
"I'm ready ... as ready as I'll ever be," she'd whispered …
The temporal experiments are currently suspended …
She called him out and he smiled …
"How are you staying busy?" he asked …
"I don't understand," he whispered …
“… someone grab a hold of her,” Earl said …
“…what we call 'Type A' is a kind of magic…”
"That's on odd boy," they said in town …
You only saw the hands …
"Anybody can do a job, honey," Merle said softly …
"Nothing is working today," she said …
This pandemic can go to hell.
He had lived in the ruins of California his entire life …