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    Also, John was a lot bigger because he had repeated kindergarten, and he could make a peashooter out of his straw and whap Harry with it so Harry nearly choked on his granola bar. The teachers never saw John do it, either.
    Today was even worse, because it was Friday and the cafeteria was serving pizza. Harry was stuck with his usual lunch because Mommy didn’t earn much as an office manager, so he always had to brown-bag it.
    John had bullied an extra piece from the little girl next to him. Now, while the lunch monitor was on the otherside of the room, he leaned across the table to pester Harry.
    â€œWell, look at Scary Harry!” teased the bully. “Don’t you like pizza? I’ve got two pieces. Bet you wish you had one!”
    â€œChoke on it,” muttered Harry.
    â€œWould you like one?” taunted John, holding out a slice of pizza with two tempting circles of pepperoni on it. “Come and get it, Mr. Stupid!” Some of the other kids laughed nervously.
    â€œI don’t like pizza,” said Harry, even though he wasn’t supposed to lie.
    John waved the slice so the smell made Harry’s stomach rumble. “Well, that’s good. I love pizza. Did I tell you my daddy buys me a whole pizza anytime I want?”
    It wasn’t fair. Harry could smell the rich sauce and almost taste the thick cheese. The worst part was that any minute John was going to stick that delicious thing in his mouth.
    Then Harry got an idea. It was something he’d been playing with in their apartment, but it upset Mommy, so he only did it in his room now.
    He stared at the slice. It quivered, just a tad. John was grinning. “Boy, you really want it, don’t you? Maybe you could trade me something for it. How about that new watch you got for your birth—”
    With a faint whoosh, the pizza flew through the air, right into Harry’s hand. He stuffed it in his mouth before John could grab it back.
    A flurry of childish voices could be heard. “Wow!” “Did you see that?” “What happened?” “Harry made the pizza fly!”
    â€œYou stole my pizza!” roared John.
    â€œIt likes me better than you,” said Harry, or that’swhat he tried to say, but with his mouth full, it came out a mumble.
    â€œThief!” John picked up a fork and, to the collective gasp of the watching students, flung it at Harry.
    There wasn’t time to think or duck. Harry could feel his mind reaching out, very calmly, as if everything had slowed down, and this invisible hand grabbed the fork and heaved it back the way it had come.
    John’s shriek silenced the cafeteria. A red mark on his forehead showed where the fork had hit.
    A fifth-grade teacher stood in the aisle staring at Harry. With a gulp, he realized that she’d seen him make the fork turn around in midair.
    Mommy was going to be really, really mad.
    T ARA PUSHED OPEN the door to her apartment and staggered inside. She hadn’t realized there was so much personal stuff in her desk at work until she had to clean it out.
    The bright light of midday washed across the living room, picking out every ugly detail of the stained carpet and the threadbare couch. This wasn’t the kind of place where she’d imagined herself living and raising a child. Now she was unsure she would even be able to keep this.
    Downsizing. Rightsizing. No matter what they called it, the result was that after six years as an office manager, Tara Blayne, single mother, was out of a job.
    She dumped the armful of notebooks and desk accessories onto the scarred coffee table. She couldn’t turn to her father, who had refused to accept her phone calls or respond to her letters all these years since she decided not to put Harry up for adoption.
    Tears threatened to wreck Tara’s composure, but she rubbed her eyes fiercely. This wasn’t the end of theworld. It was just one more setback. At least she had her son,