Dewey Fairchild, Parent Problem Solver Page 2
by Lorri Horn
Seraphina looked over and saw Dewey crouched over in the front seat.
“Yeah, but I can’t-get-this-darn-zipper-to-close.”
“Careful, Seraphina! That’s how you spilled it all before!” her mom shrieked and ran over to help her. She looked down to zip up the backpack.
At that moment, Dewey rolled his body over the seats into the back of the car, where he settled under the blanket in the back. This time, his heart wasn’t racing as much.