P getting excited about Mrs.S’s cookies made a helluva lot more sense now. He always took some home to the boys and his baby sister now that she had teeth. He had this life, too. But he had us. This gorgeous girl didn’t have anyone.
She hadn’t had anyone. She did now.
“We both like cereal. She won’t admit it, but sugar flakes are her favorite. They’re mine, too,but I lie and eat the cinnamon squares and leave the flakes for her. I know she likes them best.”
I was wrong. She had K. She had her brother.