“My knee hurt.”

“I know now.” He hesitated. “Did you get the console?”

“No.” She opened the bag. Inside was a handmade paper crown covered with silver stars and far too much glue. “I know you already have one. I made this before I knew the park made another.”

Kobe studied it, then looked back at her. “I don’t want you at my party today.”

Her shoulders dropped. “That’s okay.”

“But maybe you can come to the park with us another day.”