Copyright 2011 by Stacy Juba
Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.
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Elizabeth barreled down the steps into the garage. After today, her flag would be stuck on a vacation to nowhere. She had to raise it one last time. She tripped on the stairs and landed hard on her knees. "Ouch!"
"What’s your hurry?" her father asked. "The flag won’t climb the pole without you."
"But the bus will be here any minute, Dad." Elizabeth grabbed the folded flag off its shelf.
She carried it to the front yard like one of Mom’s best dishes. Her father was leaving for a business trip the next day, which meant no flag until he got home. Elizabeth couldn’t bear the sight of a naked flagpole. She woke up the flag in the morning and put it to bed at night. That had been her prized job since she was little.