She gazes off toward the kitchen, as if she’s considering trying to escape. Gran watches Mom, a little smile on her lips, as if she’s wondering how my mother will respond. I just chew and chew and chew until it’s practically fish juice, and then I’m still chewing and I have to take a sip of water to wash it down. Suddenly, it’s like I don’t know what to do with the bite of fish in my mouth. I’m sitting at dinner that night, minding my own business, when Chloe asks, “Can we invite Ramon to Thanksgiving dinner?” It’s funny to think that my mom might be feeling kind of the same way that I’m feeling - deserted. The person who appeared to fill the hole my father created when he left. Pressing my lips together, I turn back to my cupcakes. And he understood her in a way that her old friends never did. For a long time, Chloe’s only companion was her imaginary friend, Horatio. Chloe’s friends turned on her and started bullying her. That is another friendship that grew out of a sad story. It was tragic - but something good still came out of it.Ĭhloe and Rupert sit near Gran, playing some card game that Chloe has invented.
I watch as he goes to sit down with my grandmother, who never would have become his close friend if his wife hadn’t passed away. I want to say thanks, too, but I’m worried it will sound weird, so I try to just look grateful for what he’s said. “It’s time for me to have tea … with my friend.” He gives me a courtly bow. Malik brightens at the sight of her as she pours hot water into the teapot and takes a plate of cookies to a small table near the window. Just in time for tea and madeleines.” Gran bustles out from the back room, smiling.
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