A Bronzeville Story
Elementary: Grades 3–4
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Lurlene's angry voice echoed in Penny's head suddenly. All those things that set her cousin off came to mind, too. She couldn't blame Lurlene, of course, seeing how things got sometimes. But she didn't want to end up all angry that way herself.
Penny hoped with all her heart that her brother could see the future right and that things would be all good up here.
Cleet started back on his harmonica. This time the tune was more upbeat and full of lively, joyful notes. The music was magic, lifting Penny's mood some. She sang along a few bars, her voice floating out smooth and clear on the night.
Then she stopped. "I hope you're right with all your things-getting-better talk, Cleet," she said. "But you know what little piece of 'better' I'd like to have first?"
"No, what's that, Pen?"
"That would be having a fine fuzzy sweater like the hornet's got!"
They both laughed. Just then footsteps sounded, coming down the fire escape.
"What about a 'fine fuzzy sweater'?" a voice said.
Penny and Cleet looked at each other, eyes wide.
"Hornet on the loose," Cleet whispered, causing them both to laugh softly again. Then Lurlene was standing there with them.
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