Mr. Stockett laughed with his whole belly and shook her hand. “I think I know who is going to be the favorite today.”
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I knew I should have made some giftbags. But I didn’t let it wear on me as I walked beside Opal, helping her hand out lollipops.
Edith and Cindy were naturals at this, posing for photos and answering questions from the line of girls gathered at the nurses’ station. Fallon dropped her normally aloof sneer when a girl in a wheelchair asked to braid her hair, sitting on the floor as her violet and black locks were yanked on by little hands. They were no puppies, but I liked seeing the tentative smiles and even signed a few autographs when requested by name.
It felt like I was actually doing something worthwhile and I only wished I could do more.
If I was really a Luna,
