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Sarah Sues Santa – P.J. Leonard

“I don't think he even does that,” said Sarah, looking down at her watery soup, “I mean, if it was so
nice before, why would he make it so bad?”
Anna shrugged. “You can ask him if you want.”
Becky gave a short laugh. “Ha! As if! Nobody speaks to Mr. Vekil.”
“I did.” said Sarah.
Becky and Anna stared at her. “You…what? When?”
“This morning. He saw me walking around.”
“YOU’RE JOKING!” Anna leapt out of her seat as though she was given an electric shock and
nearly knocking over her breakfast tray. Several of the nearby kids looked in their direction.
“Sit down,” Becky muttered through gritted teeth, “People are watching.”
“S-sorry,” said Anna, lowering herself back onto the plastic seat, “But still…wow! I don’t think
I’ve met any other kid that’s actually spoken to Mr. Vekil.”
“He didn’t seem that bad, really,” said Sarah, sipping on her soup.
“That’s just because you don’t know him yet,” said Becky, “It sounds like you were lucky. If he is
not so bad, Sarah, then how come he turned this orphanage into this?” she waved an arm around the
dark dining hall, all of the kids huddled over their steaming bowls for warmth on this chilly
Christmas morning.

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