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2 Months, 28 Days, 9 Hours, and 12 minutes earlier...
Sally Simplesmith's life changed forever. She came face-to-face with death - a delightful, dearly departed little dog she lovingly calls Bones. But when the cadaverous canine is accused of a crime he didn't commit, Sally decides to solve the case herself!
Does Sally have what it takes to fetch a thief?
Sally's Bones is the impossibly possible tale of a girl, a crime, and a lovably lifeless, decidedly dead dog.
at the back of the restaurant, Sally was too keyed up to even look at the menu. “Can’t decide between Peter Piper’s Pickled Pike and the Baa-Baa-Blackened Sheep. What do you think, kiddo?” Mr. Simplesmith’s eyes twinkled through his bottle-thick glasses. As stressed out as the situation made Sally, it seemed to have the opposite effect on her father. Seymour was giddy at the thrill of their covert operation. Twice, he even patted Bones’s carrier in what seemed like genuine affection.
“Disagreement, then. When did it happen, and what was it about?” Tommy stared at Sally for a long time without saying a word. She glared back at him until he finally looked away. “It was the first day back at school after Skeletor, I mean, Bones, showed up at Viola Vanderperfect’s birthday party,” Tommy explained. “I’d seen Sally arguing with you and Officer Stu earlier that morning and when I asked her about it, she freaked out.” “Freaked out?” the D.C. asked. “How exactly did she
schoolyard, she had been holding the paper bag with Bones’s bones in it. At some point she must have stuffed the sack in her shirtsleeve and promptly forgotten about it. Now, as she produced the crumpled bag in the dank shelter of the drainpipe, Bones whined in anticipation. “GGGgggrrr-uff!” he barked when Sally revealed the plush toy bone. Taking one end in his mouth and holding the other between his paws, he engaged in a game of tug-of-war with himself. Sally removed the other bone, the
Vanderperfect stiffened and crossed her arms. “What? Oh, well, yes, of course. Of course I meant Viola. Framing Viola for a crime she didn’t commit. That’s what I meant to say.” “Oh, my gosh,” Sally gasped. “It wasn’t Viola. It was you!” “What was who?” Vivienne stammered. “You dare accuse me? Isn’t that just…I absolutely never…Why would you even…” Viola walked around to face her mother. “Mom? What did you do?” Vivienne Vanderperfect looked past her daughter at Sally. She raised
questionable appearance, its message was clear. Roses are red Violets are blue Keep the monster secret Or I'll get you two! Sally’s normally pale skin turned ghostly white. She looked into her yard and could have sworn she saw a shadowy figure slip back into the night. Could her father actually be right? It seemed someone else already knew about Bones and had not accepted him with the love that Sally did. Suddenly, Sally faced a choice, and the answer could not have been