“What is that?" Dad said, looking at the doll. "It’s called the Scream," I said. "I know that, but what us it?” Dad said. “Maybe she sleeps with it,” I said to Dad as he tucked it under his arm.… — Douglas Rees Copy Share Image
My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
