“Hush now, you little rascals. What do children like you know about such things?”
Sitting in the back of the studio transport vehicle, Julia Stillwell attempted to keep the peace. She had brought her daughter, Pomona Sheldon, to the set for a set visit, and the little girl was currently treating the entire experience like a high-stakes investigation. Specifically, Pomona—or “Pomona” as she was affectionately known—seemed determined to hold the driver of the black sedan legally accountable for the near-miss with their fellow child actor.
Pomona shot her mother a rebellious look but chose to hold her tongue. She was in a good mood; she had her mother with her today, and in her mind, that was enough to make her the queen of the Little Red Pony Academy. Beside her, Blanche was staring intent
