Sophie Foster but its her sitting on her front porch in the swing she built with her mom, reading the new Ranger’s Apprentice book, watching Marty chase field mice through the front yard, looking up and seeing her strange yet helpful neighbor Mr. Forkle watching the cat as well, before reaching down to twist yet another garden gnome, her turning the page again to mark the end of a chapter, perfectly timed as she hears her parents call her in for dinner, and it smells like maybe homemade lasagna.

















