Twenty-Five
Toy was trembling in my arms, but at the same time her limbs were limp. It was as though she were a withering leaf that had gone brown and was now falling to the ground on a breeze.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “I can’t. I can’t.”
“Count your primes, baby girl.”
She took deep, heaving breaths. Not a single digit escaped her lips. Only sobs.
The men of the Watchers Crew along with their girlfriends had come over this morning and packed up the house. Toy had cowered in her room the entire time. Having so much to do in managing the packing and moving, I’d let her. But now the house was empty, the furniture and all our personal effects had been moved across town. All that was left to be moved was Toy.
She slumped on the floor in the foyer. Her entire body from her head to her ha
