“I bet Devory told all the girls not to speak to me. She’s the queen of the eighth grade, you know”
“W
hat happened?”
Miri’s chest heaved as fat tears rushed down her face. “I… I…”
“Oh, Miri!” Mrs. Weiss steered the car onto a side street and parked. She leaned over and opened the glove compartment for a box of tissues. “Here.” She put her arm around Miri and pulled her close.
Miri buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, and her mother stroked her back.
Gradually the sobs subsided. “Better?” her mother said. Miri lifted her head and sniffled. “What happened, sweetie?”
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