Within thirty seconds, the chain snapped back into place with a satisfying clink . Leo stared at the bike, then at his sister. "How did you know that would work?"
She walked over, knelt in the grass, and guided Leo’s hand. "Don't pull. Wiggle the pedal backward while I guide the top loop." Watch Marscha
"I watched Dad do it three times last summer," she replied with a small smile. Within thirty seconds, the chain snapped back into
"Wait," Marscha said softly. She didn't move immediately. She watched the way the chain was bunched near the derailleur. She saw the specific link that had jumped the track. "If you kick it, you’ll bend the frame. Just give me a second." "Don't pull
Marscha didn't snap back. She was looking at the edge of the bank. She noticed the way the soil was crumbling under Toby’s sneakers even before he leaped. She noticed a hidden root slick with moss. "Toby, don't," Marscha called out. "Why not? Scared?"
"The edge is hollow," she said firmly. "Look at the grass. It’s hanging over the air, not the dirt."