“He’ll be here any minute. Give him five.” I squirm a little as I tell Sissy, knowing it’s probably not true. It’s Tuesday, the equivalent of Dad’s Night. He is already twenty-seven minutes late to picking us up from school, but I have scavenging to do. I sift the gravel beneath my feet, hunting for intricate rocks or maybe a penny. Dad taught us to look for pennies made before 1982, something about the copper content. I like to think they’re lucky. Maybe lucky enough to bring the silver Uplander screeching into the parking lot. “Okay, let’s walk to Granny’s.”
Heidi Wehmer is currently studying art and hopes to be a teacher someday!