The Girl Who Hid It in Her Shoe
And I said, “Yes.”
She thought about that.
Nine years old, in a room full of police officers eating a cake.
“I don’t like thinking about the thing,” she said.
“No,” I said.
“I don’t either, mostly.”
And I said, “Yes.”
She thought about that.
Nine years old, in a room full of police officers eating a cake.
“I don’t like thinking about the thing,” she said.
“No,” I said.
“I don’t either, mostly.”