Sherry tucked her new locket into her shirt for safe keeping, and also so she wouldn't get whacked in the chin with a bit of gold, then stretched her arm. No doubt Kelly would give her the most disapproving look to end all looks if she said she hurt her arm while throwing a ball.

And that, dear sweet Bandit, would be the epitome of stupid. Sherry laughed again and threw the ball as hard as she could across the field. The ball didn't go very far (she was twelve and the closest thing to normal of all her family members), and rolled into the grass some distance off.