“Jeeter?" Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. "Are you awake?" She waited. A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldn't sleep. He always answered her call no matter how late it was. "I'm here," his voice echoed back. "Trouble sleeping again?" "Yeah." "Another bad dream?" "Uh-huh," she sniffed, unexpected tears flooding her eyes. My dad was calling for me, but I couldn't find him." She couldn't believe she'd said it. She'd never told anyone what she saw in her dreams. But Jeeter understood. He'd told her before that he had bad dreams too, since his mom had died.” LoveDreamTruthKidsRomanceNightFatherLostFearFriendshipLossGriefSecretGrowing UpDadSadLateYoung AdultNostalgiaAwakeCanadaNightmareTeenUnderstandBad DreamNova ScotiaCape BretonWalkie TalkieSydney Mines Book:Fossil Hunter of Sydney Mines Source: Fossil Hunter of Sydney Mines
“Sugar Lips, you have a guest in the fourth dimension. I repeat, you have a guest in the fourth dimension. This is Tijuana Daddy, over and out. ~Julian” HumorAssistantWalkie Talkie Book:Save the Date Source: Save the Date