Marvin had a choice. Call for help that might not come for two hours. Or trust a brat who smelled like gasoline and grief.
He reached for the wrench under his seat. seems theres a brat is heading to the public b fix
The book club members exchanged uncomfortable glances, unsure of how to respond to Brittany's outbursts. Mrs. Thompson tried to steer the conversation back on track, but Brittany seemed to take pleasure in derailing the discussion. Marvin had a choice