I would welcome a friendship with Lynne Hinton. I would welcome an invitation to sit down at her table, but mostly I would welcome her next book.
Aunt Mercy put down her tiles, one at a time. I-T-C-H-I-N. Aunt Grace leaned closer to the board, squinting. "Mercy Lynne, you're cheatin' again! What kinda word is that? Use it in a sentence. " "I'm itchin' ta have some a that white cake. " "That's not how you spell it. " At least one of them could spell. Aunt Grace pulled one of the tiles off the board. "There's no T in itchin'. " Or not.