Well, what did you ask for? I ask, kneeling down in front of her. Part of me doesn’t want to know. Tati has lost so much this year, and I’m afraid she’ll want something we can’t give her.
It’s a secret, she admonishes with a playful slap on my arm. If I tell, it won’t come true.
Those are birthday wishes, Courtney says, tweaking the end of her nose. You can tell what you asked Santa for.
Tati narrows her eyes, debating whether Courtney can be trusted. Then, she leans close, hands close to her chest. I want to go to school. With other kids.
I’m so stunned, I don’t know what to think. Courtney reacts first.
Tati looks at Courtney as though she’s crazy. Yes. Like other kids my age. I know you guys said I have to get better. Well. I’m better. And I’m bored at home. And watching you guys k
