“ran around to Andrew’s side of the table. He grabbed Andrew under the arms. He yanked him out of his chair. He spun him around. Then he threw his arms around his middle and began pumping his fist above Andrew’s stomach. “St-st-stop!” Andrew managed at last. “T.J.! Stop!” T.J. stopped. “Hey, I did the Heimlich maneuver!” he cried. T.J. waved away the two teachers and the cafeteria monitor who ran over to help. “He’s okay now. Everything’s fine.” Andrew sank back into his chair, breathing hard. “...I know what happened,” T.J. said. “You . . . you do?” Andrew asked. T.J. nodded. “A meatball got stuck in your throat, right?” Andrew shook his head. “It was the bread,” he said between breaths. “It had poison on it or something.” “Poison?” T.J. said. “On your bread?” “That’s what it tasted like,” Andrew told him. “Here.” T.J. thrust what was left of his grape juice at Andrew. “Drink this.” Andrew gulped it down. A wonderful coolness filled his mouth.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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