HELENA.
“Aaron is such a funny little boy.” Luna said, actually bathing Tyrus. She seemed a lot more comfortable with Luna.
“The look on his face really got me. You're such a meanie Tyrus.” I said, and Tyrus squeaked in response.
“Why can't she speak?” I was curious. It was just squeaking all day long.
“She was born that way. They weren't evolved to develop speech habits.” Luna shrugged, pouring one last cup of water on her. She shook her hair, splashing the water off of it.
“Alright, We're done here.”
Later that night, we both left the room and into the kitchen. Aaron had spent so much time trying to figure out how to bathe Tyrus that he didn't make dinner. Then again, it was supposed to be my turn. And we couldn't find Aaron anywhere.
Sigh.
I grabbed mom's cookbook and started fl
