Nan’s Book
Max and I and the T. rex were on TV six
times. I was glad when it came to an end.
Af·ter you smile and wave a fork six times, it
gets to be less fun.
One morn·ing, Nan hand·ed me a book and
said, “Let’s drive to the book shop .”
“Nan,” I said, “why do you need to get a
book at the book shop when you have this
one?”
“I just fin·ished that one,” Nan said. “I liked it
a lot. And it just so happ·ens that the man who
wrote it will be at the book shop to·day. I’d like
to meet him .”