Quotes by Jo Ann Yhard

Repression. Her therapist, Dr. Solomon, loved the word. Hed say it slowly, letting it roll off his tongue. Sometimes hed add a chin stroke for good measure. He always looked pleased when he did this, like hed discovered the Caramilk secret or something.

Jeeter? Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. Are you awake? She waited.A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldnt sleep. He always answered her call no matter how late it was.Im here, his voice echoed back. Trouble sleeping again?Yeah.Another bad dream?Uh-huh, she sniffed, unexpected tears flooding her eyes. My dad was calling for me, but I couldnt find him. She couldnt believe shed said it. Shed never told anyone what she saw in her dreams. But Jeeter understood. Hed told her before that he had bad dreams too, since his mom had died.

Good thing we werent here when this happened, Fred added. Wed be pancakes - DEAD ones!

It wasnt an accident.