Being hugged by Joy’s mom was so nice. She was soft and warm and she smelled like love. It still amazed me that Joy wanted to share such a special person with me. I wanted to stay in Kristen’s arms and have her brush my hair off my forehead all the time.
We had to convince my dad and her mom to get married! Mrs. Farley called us to come to the kitchen for our after school snack. She knew I always came home from school hungry enough to eat a horse. Joy sat at the counter with me, and Mrs. Farley slid a platter of cut fruit, cheese and little cubes of meat in front of us, along with little cocktail forks so that we could stab the snacks.
Joy stabbed a hunk of watermelon and nibbled at it delicately, while I started attacking the meat and cheese. We had almost finished the whole thing when
