“You’re like a Valkyrie,” Charlie said. He didn’t mean that she flew over battlefields, selecting the dead for Valhalla. He meant to say she was brave.
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.
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.
