“Grandpa,” Bobby looked at his grandfather.
“Yes?” Grandpa put down the newspapers on his lap. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Sharon. She’s always picking on me.” He pouted.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“What does she do then?”
Bobby described how his erasers kept going missing and pencils being broken. He had caught Sharon taking his ruler that Mom had given him for his [...]
