Two Seven-Year-Old Sisters Walked Into a Police Station Alone. What Nora Hid in Her Shoe Saved Violet’s Life
Caroline burned the toast.
Violet asked for a glass of orange juice and then decided she didn’t want it.
Nora arranged the spoons in a straight line, paused, and asked whether there was a rule about leaving the table before everyone finished.
“Not a special rule,” Caroline said.
“Just tell me where you’re going.”
“What if we spill something?”