“Mama, Mama, Mama!” Joanna cried from her blanket on the grass. “What, honey?” Sandra tried not to sound annoyed. Joanna pointed at the field and began to chant, “Peter! Peter! Peter!” It appeared the coach had put Peter back into the game. At six years old, Joanna worshiped her big brother. Sandra thought probably this … Continue reading Sample of The Whistle Blower