Grace frowned at him. Sometimes Charlie was just weird. All she’d done was give the people who’d been making kissy noises a fierce spray: “We’re FRIENDS! Just. Grow. UP!”
She decided to put the moment aside.
Charlie stared after her as she skipped off. She was humming that song she liked, her skirt swished and her ponytail bobbed.
A question untangled itself slowly, but his seven-year-old mind didn’t recognise any way to ask it.