Corinne took the six-year-old girl’s sleeping pillow and threw it into a dog bed hidden beneath the end of the table.
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Chapter 12
Oliver remained welcome.
Important.
I would not punish a boy for being used as a symbol.
He visited Mabel often.
Never slept in her room.
He preferred the game room anyway.
At thirteen, he told me:
“Aunt Corinne said I was supposed to protect Mabel.”
I asked:
“Do you want to?”
He shrugged.
“She can throw things harder than me.”
Accurate.
Then:
“Do you know what protection actually means?”
He thought.
“Help when someone asks.”
May you like
Good.
Better than most adults.
