*Hunter*
I sit on my mother’s lap. I’ve always liked riding in the brougham with my father because the front of it has a window that makes it very easy to see everything. I can observe the world, and it’s all so fascinating.
Although the carriage does seem very small with Mr. Moondancer sitting in it. I wonder if my mother realizes how much room Mr. Moondancer takes up and how crowded we are. I can feel the tension in my mother. She’s barely breathing. It’s what I do when I get frightened at night… I lie in bed, barely breathing, as though somehow bad things can’t find me if I don’t breathe.
I wonder if my mother is afraid of Mr. Moondancer. I wonder if I should be afraid of him. Mr. Moondancer told me he wouldn’t burn me, told Miss Tuppin he didn’t care if I sucked on my thumb. That
