At the squelch of mud, she starts. She peeks over the wall. A police car is parked by the curb, two uniformed men beside it
“For whatever reason, you have this idea stuck in your mind that you’re not worth being friends with. And that’s just plain wrong”
Zev stuck his head into the room. “Um… Mommy… Tatty… Do you remember the vase full of flowers that used to be on the dining room table?”
Kivi felt bad for his father-in-law, who genuinely didn’t see himself as better or more entitled than those who had less money than he
Who saw it in your old house? Who was “we” who called it the museum? I wanted to ask, but didn’t. Tatty too was silent
I know it’s silly to cry over the rejection of a six-year-old, but honestly, can’t anything go right anymore? I blink away the tears
