Sean and Minneh both dove to get it and clunked their heads together. The eraser fell between their outstretched hands and hit the floor with a cloud of chalk dust. Mrs. Gorman leaned forward to make sure Sean was all right, and knocked over her opened purse, scattering its contents in the chalk dust. Mr. Gorman stood to help his wife, but the fifth-grade-sized chair clung to his considerably more than fifth-grade-sized bottom. The chair's legs caught in the legs of Amy's mom's desk, toppling it over, dumping out the books and papers and pens from inside, as well as Mom's purse from off the top, which clunked down on Mrs. Gorman's head.
Dr. Schieber had her I'm-getting-a-headache look as Sherlock repeated, "Certainly," and Amy once again said, "Yes."
Amy didn't think any of them really believed it for a minute.
Vivian Vande Velde, Smart Dog
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