I came home yesterday to see Kolbe's latest, Survival: A Novel About War, sitting on the desk:
A few of his past books sit nearby:
Kolbe rushed into the house after school today anxious to keep writing. Panic set in when he couldn't find his manuscript.
"All that hard work for nothing," he groaned.
A little shuffling of the papers, and there it was. Makes a mother's heart sing.
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