Chapter 17

“Fifth grade was chocolate coins, Gummy Worms, a calendar, and a boat; and finally, a piece of rope was all I sent for sixth. That’s where we are now.”

“Gotcha,” she said, as she twisted side to side in her big, black leather desk chair. “Which might come in handy again rather soon.” Becca actually winked,

The fact I pictured Angel and I running a three-legged race around her desk before I tied him to my headboard probably said something about my maturity level. Or maybe I was stuck in the past. Suddenly, I wondered if I was being unrealistic about the future.

“And today’s is a frog?”

“Yup.” I reached into the pocket in my brown, puffy vest. “A stuffed toy frog playing the trumpet, and an Mp3 of ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’ I wrapped them without a box, because I always liked receiving odd shaped, squishy packages. I used snowman paper again.” I told her how I’d started going back and forth, and also about my nickname.

“Neat idea. Another clue.”