Hearts Unbroken: List 2

I’d never thought of myself as a nail-salon person, but my best friend might’ve managed to convert me. The pedicurists raised our feet in turn from the basins and dried them with fluffy white towels. I’d never felt so decadent.

Shelby gingerly slipped on her flip-flops.

“As a generation, you’re about to inherit a nation, a world, plagued by terrorism and bigotry,” Mr. McCloud said.

“Here in the States, we’ve seen a rise in Islamophobia, loathsome political discourse, and hate crimes directed at Arabs, Muslims, Jews, and immigrants, especially refugees. What are you going to do about it?”

At the reception in the church basement, we were the ones who finished off the marble marzipan sheet cake.

Unless he froze up, I figured Hughie was a shoo-in for the understudy, which would’ve been fantastic.

Karishma’s standards were exacting. I had to be careful about how I framed my goals.

They made a habit out of scouring for nuggets that could be localized to EHHS, but Ms. Wilson had urged all of us to check at least three news media sources a day—local, national, and international.

Wiping her mouth, she added, “I wasn’t talking about myself or anyone with a spine and a clue. I meant the ultra-coiffed aristocracy.”

I was more comfortable with interviews, and I’d successfully proposed a more comprehensive approach to reporting on bullying.

“Do you have to be so damn condescending?”

Glancing at Joey, she said, “I’m intrinsically impressed by anyone who can bike across the state, especially for a good cause. But I didn’t gain anything from watching your video.”

We’d been switching off between the Baptists and Methodists, focusing on well-established, community churches. Inclusive congregations.
Compatibility mattered more than denomination.

Rebecca and I kept our distance, side by side on the blue gingham blanket she’d brought. We’d unfurled it onto the soft grass bordering the play area.

“Blank envelope?” I asked. “Hand delivered?”
Solemn, my brother nodded.

“There are differences of opinion on that among the parents,” Mama said, joining us in the great room. “And among the other kids.” She hugged Hughie. “Right now, the consensus is to not give the haters the signal boost or satisfaction.”

My profile of the sophomore running a tutoring service didn’t fare so well.
Karishma had called it “nice.”
Daniel had said, “Cut it in half.”

When asked why he thought Qualey found it necessary to make her statement, former faculty director Howard Leary said, "How dare you try to besmirch my forty-three-year record of excellence in public education with your hateful insinuations!"

When asked why he thought Qualey found it necessary to make her statement, former faculty director Howard Leary said, "How dare you try to besmirch my forty-three-year record of excellence in public education with your hateful insinuations!"
It's true that no previously stated policy explicitly called for favoring white students in casting decisions. However, that bias is evidenced by the fact that all the preceding productions featured almost uniformly white actors.

According to the Hannesburg School District, the EHHS student body is almost 80 percent white, 10 percent Latino, 5 percent Black, 5 percent Asian American and less than 1 percent Other. Previous casts in no way reflected those demographics.

The words "tradition" and "classic" are smoke screens. PART's membership is dismissing social and artistic progress as "political correctness" and advocating for a return to the previous status quo.

Daddy patted the curved soil with his hand trowel.

Apparently student library aides were not to be trifled with.

Gerrymandering. Sucked most if the other side was doing it.

“Want to check out that new bowling-alley restaurant? Saturday night?”
Kismet! No mention of the Hive. A bona fide date invitation.

“Want to check out that new bowling-alley restaurant? Saturday night?”
Kismet! No mention of the Hive. A bona fide date invitation.

“Critics will probably argue that any change in the curriculum is going to be a long, frustrating process. How could you more clearly articulate the need for the class, to support the view that it’s worth the effort?”

“You’re going for the sensational hook. You got clicks because the subject matter—sexual bullying—is salacious. But it’s basically ‘she said, she said’ gossip.”
Salacious? Seated next to him with my legs crossed, I refused to be needled.

“I’m not pitching assignments based on what will beat out your fungible sports lifestyle features. That’s just a bonus.”

The KC Chiefs football photos and paraphernalia caught my eye again.