“Brrrrring! Brrrrring! the phone was ringing. Happy rolled over. Brrrrring! Brrrrring! Happy jumped up. Brrrrring! Brrrrring! Brrrrring! The phone kept ringing. This time Happy picked it up. ‘Hello?’ he said. ‘Happy is here.”
“I looked behind me. He’d dropped his backpack and picked up a stone from the side of the road. He turned and lobbed it toward the bell tower of old First Congregational. I’d never heard that bell ring before.”