Henry was happy to be going someplace, even just to the service station, with his father. He always had a grown-up, man-to-man feeling when they were alone together. He wished his father had time to take him places more often.
June is over, and I managed to squeak in a BINGO! With a total of nine categories filled out on the board, I’m feeling pretty good about the dent in my summer reading pile.
Didn’t the people who made those license plates care about little girls named Ramona?