“When you have nothing,” I said, “be creative.”
She stared at me. I had no idea whether she was processing what I was saying, or if her thirteen-year-old mind was somewhere else. Probably on anime. She gathered her backpack, coat, and school computer. Gave me a big, solemn hug. Trudged out the door. I would not see her for a week.
A week later on Monday morning she was curled up on my sofa, reading a book. Her mother is “essential personnel” — that means she stays with me on certain weekdays. I put on the breakfast bacon and potatoes and took care of my morning internet posts. After I was finished, I walked into the dining room to set the table.
And that’s when I found him.
That strange-looking creature made of latex and water.
I sat down and laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. Finally, I…
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