How an Eight-Year-Old Girl Named Emily Reached Out for Help on Maplewood Drive
“She sure did.”
“She kept my rabbit in the front seat of her car for two whole hours.” Emily’s voice faded and then came back.
“He was a good passenger.
She let me hold him before the drive.”
Ruth sipped her milk and gazed at the maples across the yard.
“That rabbit’s going to need a new coat by January.”
Emily turned the page and began a house with a wide porch and two windows.
“Two whole windows,” Ruth said.