Thirty-Nine
The next day, Bea sat in her car seat playing with Dolly. She murmured while she dressed Dolly in the same dress she had just taken off, caressing her brittle hair. "You're such a good dolly baby. I love my little baby. Your hair is so pretty. You look nice today in your new dress."
Bea held her close, closed her own eyes and hummed a tune that Mommy sang to her when she was a baby. She opened her eyes. Mommy had sung that song to her just last night. It had been a long time since Mommy sang to her. She smiled and rocked back and forth.
A large white van pulled up beside their car with lots of letters on it.
Bea eyed the letters. She already knew most of them. "H! Two Hs." She pointed at the letters and counted. "One, two. Letters and numbers. One, two, three." She looked a
