Sara Pennypacker

Just because it isn’t happening here

doesn’t mean it isn’t happening.

He was twelve and he hadn’t

“You know, war came and I went and served, like my father. Like your father now. Duty calls, and we answer in this family.

One night only, Human-Stinker.

When Peter’s mother had died, he’d gone for a while to a therapist. At seven years old, he hadn’t wanted to talk, or maybe he ju

only birdcalls and squirrel rustlings broke the silence.

twelve years and

It ran me clear into the next town when Deirdre Callanan and I set fire to her father’s woodshed in sixth grade, and it kicked the smile off Henry Valentine’s face when he tried to grab my butt the next year.