When Bronte and her brother, Tennyson, are with Brewster, the world is a better place. The constant fighting of their parents doesn't bother them. The cuts and scrapes seem to disappear. Even when sadness, disappointment, and anger are within their world, it just doesn't seem so bad, as long as Brewster is around. Maybe Brew knows what to say to make you feel better. Maybe Brew just knows how to cheer you up. But if Brewster were such a fun and great guy to be around, why doesn't he have any other friends? Why do all the other kids avoid him?
The impossible is suddenly possible, but at what cost?
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