Lila searched for Bruce. He wasn’t in the classroom. She didn’t see him near the buses. She took a quick glance in the lunchroom and gym. No Bruce.
Coming back from the football field the only other place she could think to look was the library. But why ever would athletic, never-reads-a-book Bruce be in the library?
But there he sat, hunkered in a chair in the corner, almost as if he were hiding. He even held a book in front of his face. He really was hiding.
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