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All clairvoyance was prohibited, of course, but the kind that made money was a downright sin. They had a special term for it: mime-crime.
She was curious, avidly so, but she had resisted the urge to explore. She knew there would be consequences if she broke her parents' rule, and more importantly, they'd be disappointed in her. If nothing else, Sarah was a good girl. As she thought about that, Kathy's words from early came back to haunt her. "Little Miss Priss," she muttered.
"And... and maybe, if that's what he likes, then maybe he's not as special as I thought he was. Let him have his buxom girls. At least I don't look like a milk cow, unlike someone I could name. (I liked that she could move past that boy, but the milk cow reference about Kathy annoyed me.)
She said a prayer for them the whole way. (that's just showing how angelic Sarah is)
Kathy and Randall had moved in when Ira had been diagnosed with cancer and it became apparent that Eliza needed help. Sarah privately thought they'd been so eager to help because Randall had seen a free ride on his horizon, but she keep that thought to herself. (More villainy from her sister, and once more I didn't get the why of it. What kind of free ride would her husband have gotten?! It never said.)
One of the first rules Shirley had explained to her had been to respect the privacy of the patrons who used the library. That included asking them out socially. (I just thought this was stupid)
To her dismay, Sarah was diagnosed with strep throat and wasn't able to return to work until the following Tuesday. When she clocked in that morning, she apologized profusely to Shirley and the library director. Both assured her that she wasn't in trouble, and that they understood.
"At least you didn't get pregnant on purpose so you could quit school early like someone whose name we won't mention." (That was Sarah and Kathy's mom there referring to Kathy. Sarah is an angel and Kathy is the devil)
That's his bff not wanting him to use his laptop but ol' boy doesn't want to use his own.Drum asks, a worried look passing over his brown face, dreadlocks hanging in his eyes.
"Go to the office!" the teacher snaps, now suspisious Johnny is the hacker. So dumb.
It doesn't hurt that he's good looking too with shiny black hair and smooth tan skin.
"Sorry, I don't know anything." Antoine shrugs. "But," he gives the teacher one of his steady gazes, flicking his hair like a pop star, "maybe I can fix it."