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The first draft of Allie #3 continues
Silence. I looked over my shoulder.
In the fading day, Mr. Smith actually looked pale. “We’re not going to try it again, are we?”
I blinked. “Of course we are. It’s the only way to know if we’re on the right track. Now, how did you begin?”
“We used much larger amounts of things,” he said doubtfully, looking at the containers that I set on the work table.
“Of course you did. But we don’t want to be chasing an entire pan of biscuits around the house, now do we?”
In the fading day, Mr. Smith actually looked pale. “We’re not going to try it again, are we?”
I blinked. “Of course we are. It’s the only way to know if we’re on the right track. Now, how did you begin?”
“We used much larger amounts of things,” he said doubtfully, looking at the containers that I set on the work table.
“Of course you did. But we don’t want to be chasing an entire pan of biscuits around the house, now do we?”