After class on Saturday, Madison called me over. When I got to her, she leaned over and pulled something out of her bag. “I brought something for you,” she said, handing me a folder.
I looked down at what she’d put in my hand. It was a taekwondo handbook.
“Th-thanks,” I managed.
“No big deal. You needed one.”
“How did you get it?”
Madison got a mischievous grin. “I used my mom’s copier. She’s a realtor so she has one in her office at home. I’m not supposed to be in there, but . . .” She shrugged.
“Won’t you get in trouble?”
Madison grabbed her stuff off the floor and headed toward the door. “Not now,” she said over her shoulder. “She didn’t catch me.”