Three
Emma
Rosie had been typically adorable in her play.
She’d been a slice of pizza in the school’s production of Aladdin and had one line … “That’s a spicy pepperoni!”
Everyone had laughed. Probably both because she was cute, and because not only had a slice popped up randomly in the play, but she talked.
Rosie had talked excitedly all the way back to her duplex on the east side. Her mom was working late, and it was already dark out, so I’d splurged on an Uber to ensure I got her home safely.
“Did you see everyone stand up and clap at the end?” she’d asked excitedly.
“Yes, a standing ovation. Congratulations!”
“I can’t believe it’s over. It went by so fast … like a blur. I don’t even remember saying my line.”
“Well, you said it perfectly. I recorded it on my phone and already s
