He promised that she could have it back at the end of the day, but she really wished he’d give it to her now so that she could read all those messages while they ate the peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwiches Christopher made for them. The other kids in the class were giving her dirty looks, but she really didn’t care. Okay, maybe she cared a little. They were the only people she knew around her age, after all. She handed Ippy a pretzel from the pile that had been placed in front of her and watched Christopher and Samson talking quietly in the corner of their large kitchen. She couldn’t hear them, but the way they both looked upset told her it was something serious. “What are they talking about?” she asked Ippy in a hushed whisper, knowing that his hearing was much better than hers would ever be. He answered without looking away from the sandwich in his hands. Your phone and the messages on it. Hannah was out of her chair before he finished talking.
