The Stingiest Sip of Root Beer
Johnny didn’t know she was thirsty. If he knew, he would’ve given her the last sip. It was just root beer. Why was he so mad? Nanna wasn’t mad. And she was the one who asked for the sip. But he was furious.
“I taught you better than that! I taught you not to be stingy!”
Johnny shuffled through Lincoln Park Zoo with a red face covered in dry tears. He clutched Nanna’s hand. His mom and dad walked ahead of them. They were shouting at each other. People who walked past turned their heads to eaves drop the commotion. Johnny could hear them, but barely make out what they were saying. The only thing he could here was his dad using words he was not aloud to say. Nanna gave his hand a squeeze, and forced a purse lipped smile down at him. His lips quivered a frown.