Finally i went back and found him huddled beneath a red nightshade bush beside the road. he was sitting on the ground, his face buried in his arms, which were resting on his drawn-up knees. “let’s go, doodle,” i said.
he didn’t answer, so i placed my hand on his forehead and lifted his head. limply, he fell backwards onto the earth. he had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained in brilliant red.
“doodle! doodle! ” i cried, shaking him, but there was no answer but the ropy rain. he lay very awkwardly, with his head thrown far back, making his vermillion neck appear unusually long and slim. his little legs, bent sharply at the knees, had never before seemed so fragile, so thin.

in this excerpt, the imagery appeals primarily to which sense to place the reader in the scene? a. sight b. sound c. ough d. tast

Buckminster boy. she glared at him. "lizzie, i swear to you, as sure as i'm standing right here—that's a lie. every bit of it. every single bit." "my granddaddy said it was a lie, too." she leaned her head to one side and looked at him steadily. "so why haven't you been down to the island? " "so only you get to ask questions now? " "yes." she waited. "i haven't been down to the island because my father believes that you were using me to you stay on malaga island." "well," she said slowly. "well." "i didn't believe it, either." the sea breeze lay at their feet panting, hoping they would play with it again. based on what turner and lizzie say, which is the best conclusion that can be drawn? they are angered by the lies the adults have been spreading. neither of them is able to fully trust what the other is claiming. each trusts the other and cares a great deal about their friendship. both are worried about the troubles their friendship may bring.