Chapter 13

“Hey,” Preston said softly, tugging on the wing.

Abby shrugged him off. “I want to wear them in my picture,” she muttered. “You said I could.”

“I did not.” Preston hated when she got like this, fixated on something and unshakeable in her conviction of her version of the facts. “You said you were wearing them, and I didn’t tell you not to. But that isn’t the same thing as saying you could.”

“I wantto.” She stomped her foot again, so hard this time that her little stack of books slid off the bench onto the floor.

Preston resisted the urge to lean down and pick them up. “Honey, I’m sorry, but you can’t. You heard what Ms. Davis said. If you want to be in the class picture, you can’t wear your wings.”

Abby’s bright eyes filled with tears. “Why not?” she wailed.