Young Derek signs his first contract not with the Yankees but his parents, promising good behavior.
He flew his first of four missions in aboard Space Shuttle Endeavour, the same space shuttle that he commanded on its final flight in May In he will be running to represent Arizona in the United States Senate. Payne lives with his wife and children in Cincinnati, Ohio. Visit him online at CFPayne. K-Gr 2-In this picture book based on the space shuttle Endeavor, mice are being trained alongside human astronauts and selected to accompany the mission.
Meteor is one of the smallest mice, but the most hardworking. After the suspenseful liftoff, an irreplaceable key gets stuck between control panels, and he hurls into action to save the mission. The concise, energetic writing works in tandem with the highly detailed and expressive, softly crosshatched cartoon art.
The tone of the story is celebratory, but also gives an authentic glimpse into daily life on a space shuttle.
Close-ups of characters reveal humorous surprise or just pure glee. The astronauts dub Meteor with the title "Mousetronaut" due to his bravery and service. Librarians will want to share the inspiration for this tale included in the afterword, an informative essay on man's quest to overcome gravity and fly.
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Apparently, during the duration of the flight, only one of the 18 mice onboard the Endeavor playfully and contentedly floated in zero gravity. The rest clung to the cage. The values of being small, useful, solving problems, and working hard-as opposed to being big and strong-will inspire young readers. The bibliography is outstanding as is the kid-friendly list of Internet sources featuring sites with games and videos.
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We appreciate your feedback. He toyed with her emotions and used her need for validation against her. That Saturday night, Dylan held her down and stole her virginity from her. Six months later. Her mother reached out, but Shannon quickly withdrew her hand. Otherwise, her mother would discover how cold and suddenly clammy her hands were. She was the perfect lawyer for him. Dylan performed flawlessly. Unconsciously, Shannon tightened her hands into fists.
All of it. I never gave her any reason to think that I was interested in a sexual relationship. That was the only thing he was interested in. Shannon crossed her legs tightly. He was going to talk his way out of this. The jurors, all paying rapt attention, were buying his version. He would walk out of here scot-free after raping those four girls. None of them would get the justice they deserved.
Neither would she. Finally, Dylan looked across the courtroom directly at her. I never hurt anyone. I never took advantage of anyone. Chuck Molinsky jerked his car from one lane to another with one thought in mind—get her away. Get Shannon away from the courthouse, from the courtroom, from that.
He tried to process and make some sense of the blurry mess of details tumbling through his mind. His daughter. His baby girl. She never told them. Why would she keep that a secret? In a tearful confession, she led them to believe it was consensual. Why would she protect that boy? Red light. He glanced in the rearview at Bobbi in the backseat, silently cradling Shannon, stroking her hair, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks. I should have last summer when I had the chance. He squeezed the steering wheel, trying to will the rational part of his brain back into control.
He told me. He admitted he had been with Shannon. And the pictures, he had pictures. Those are evidence.
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Green light. But this case, this trial, was over. With that outburst, Shannon probably destroyed any chance for a conviction. Arguably, she got that impulsiveness from him. The kid who raped his daughter.
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Raped her. Planned it. Anguished powerlessness. Chuck wanted to shout, Yes we do! He stood there as Shannon passed by without raising her head. He put a hand on her, and with the gentle pressure, she paused and raised her head. He wanted to tell her something—something wise and profound and comforting, but he saw her tears. He managed to shake his head before she fell against him. He felt the heave in her chest, her fingers desperately clinging to him, and his emotion broke loose.
He sobbed with her, with Bobbi, for grief, for anger and injustice, and for failure. And for a God who turned His face away yet again. An hour later, Bobbi found Chuck in the kitchen. What are we going to do? She folded her arms and leaned against the kitchen counter. Is there anything we can do? Chuck slumped into the nearest chair and pushed his glasses out of the way to rub his eyes. Bobbi, I. She stared out across the room and shook her head. How could she have missed something like this? How could Shannon keep it from her?
She thought the wounds were healing. But Bobbi had been in that very place. Too bitter to trust anyone to walk with her on that road. Yearning for vindication, but questioning whether it would ever come. Wondering how a good God could let incomprehensible things happen. Yes, Bobbi had far more experience with those issues than she cared to. Shannon was only eighteen.
Carrying that burden, alone, for so long, it was no wonder it came out when it did. Once again, he was in that same place—paralyzed. Gavin and Rita were out of the country, in Israel on a trip their children had given them for Christmas.
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That left Joel. Should we call Joel? I know, she whispered and blinked away a tear. His eyes were focused on the kitchen window, or maybe some spot in the sky. His voice rose, and the words came one on top of the next one. What he did to her was just the beginning. Everything you went through. I nearly lost you—.
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I blamed myself. I thought we were cursed. Maybe we are. How can God stand by while she was being—.
She cleared her throat, and held the phone close, keeping an eye on Chuck. Honey, we went back for the afternoon session, and. Love you, too, Mom. She returned the phone to its cradle and turned to Chuck. You want some? He shook his head. I need some air. He loosened the knot on his tie and shuffled toward the back door. Tired of staring out across the backyard, Chuck closed his eyes. In that instant, he was transported back to the courtroom.
Then he could see the quiver in her lip as she sat on the sofa. We talked, she said. And he said I was beautiful and amazing. He opened his eyes again trying to get rid of that image, but it rolled into another, more sickening one. Instead of helping, he snarled, She begged me. Now he understood why she begged. Chuck gripped the arms of the deck chair as that same vivid anger washed back over him. He lost his temper that morning and pinned the boy against the house, wrenching his arm behind him. Chuck had a good four inches and forty pounds or so on him.
Now he could envision Shannon being manhandled that way, and it caused his hands to tremble, his stomach to roll. He blew his chance that morning. Be right there. He pulled himself to his feet and wiped off the perspiration beading across his lip. Joel met him just inside the door and hugged him tightly. He tightened his jaw. Now, tell us what to do.