Seal stretched and made a small cat sound. I watched her circle the dogs and sniff the air. Caleb came out and stood beside me.
"When will we sing?" he whispered.
I shook my head, turning the white stone over and over in my hand. I wished everything was as perfect as the stone. I wished that Papa and Caleb and I were perfect for Sarah. I wished we had a sea of our own.
Sarah, Plain and Tall, P24
Patricia MacLachlan
ISBN 978-0-06-440205-7
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