“What you got there sweetie?” she inquired.
“My book,” Rachel insisted, hugging it tighter.
“Oh, are you going to read that to your little brother?”
Rachel nodded sheepishly, unwilling to admit she couldn’t read a word.
“Well I think I’d better hang onto it now so it isn’t lost in the mall,” Sara declared, reaching out for the book.
Rachel shook her head vigorously and held onto it tightly. “No! Mine!” she yelled.
“Rachel, don’t be naughty. Let me have the book. You don’t want it to get hurt do you?” Sara asked, grasping the exposed edge of the book.