Chapter 11

I HAD TO STAY IN BED a whole week after that. That bugged me; I'm not the kind that can lie

around

looking at the ceiling all the time. I read most of the time, and drew pictures. One day I started

flipping

through one of Soda's old yearbooks and came across a picture that seemed vaguely familiar.

Not even

when I read the name Robert Sheldon did it hit me who it was. And then I finally realized it was

Bob.