“I looked over at the empty, black windows of the Whites' apartment, windows that were warm and yellow just yesterday, and I shivered.” — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Why, it’s hotter than Hades in here,” said Miss Lizzie. She went right over and threw the window open. “No wonder he’s lookin’ so… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Denny leaned back in her chair. She put her hands together and rested her chin on them. Then she glanced at Spence out of the corner of her eye and smiled. “What’s that look for?” he asked. “Nothing,” she said, giggling a little. “Now, come on,” said Spence. “You’re laughing at me, and I want to know why.” Denny grinned… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share
“Well, then,” said Mr. Jones. “Denise, what do you say you and I go get some mussels?” Denny eyed him skeptically. She didn’t particularly want muscles. “Doing what?” she asked. “Pardon?” said Mr. Jones. “What do we have to do to get these muscles?” she asked. “Cut them off of rocks.” “Cut muscles off of rocks?” said Denny. “Yeah. They… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share
“We’ll fix it before then,” said Denny. “Don’t worry.” Mr. Jones didn’t look convinced. “If it wasn’t for this dumb leg,” he shouted, “I’d… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Get a dog biscuit out of that cabinet there,” Mr. Jones told Denny. Denny found a box of Milk-Bones and took one out. Mr. Jones was picking up his tools. Denny held the bone out to him. “Give it to him, not me,” said Mr. Jones. “Do I look like I want a Milk-Bone?” — Jackie French Koller Copy Share
“The Jeep was parked at the beginning of the causeway when Denny got off the bus. She ignored it and started toward the island. “Denise . . .” Denny ignored Mr. Jones’s call and kept on walking. She heard the engine start, and soon the Jeep was rolling along beside her. “Picked up your mail,” said Mr. Jones. He handed… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share
“Denny had been a little skeptical of her mother's fix-it ideas ever since the night her mother had fixed the shower head drip by… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Spence beached the boat and strutted up to where Denny and Mr. Jones were working. He stared at Denny and smiled. “You got enough of that shit on your face?” he asked. Mr. Jones look up sharply. “What’s the matter with you?” he said. “You don’t talk to a lady like that.” Spence laughed. “What lady?” he said. Denny blushed.… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share
“So what do we do, dress up like orderlies and sneak him out in the laundry cart?” “Something like that.” “Oh, c’mon, Spence, that routine is as old as the Three Stooges.” “Probably older,” said Spence, laughing. “Actually I was thinking of something a little less dramatic.” “Like what?” “Like just walking out with him.” Denny stared at Spence, then… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share
“When two figures emerged, Denny winced. What on earth was Mr. Jones doing with that loser? Marty was trotting happily alongside the pair. “Some… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Mr. Jones had just started her on scraping the bottom when he came around the bow and stopped short. He shook his head in… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“Mr. Jones’s eyes were closed. His head was bandaged like a mummy’s and tubes came out of his arm, connecting him to a number… — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
