That afternoon, I grabbed Ana’s hand and walked through Redwood Grocery. After I told her that Mom died, she hadn’t been that cheery, happy girl that she usually was. She had been walking around Landon’s place like a zombie, just going through the motions.
While I didn’t blame her—because what person could really come to f*****g terms that their family wasn’t alive?—I didn’t want her to feel like s**t anymore, so I decided that I’d make brigadeiros with her tonight and ask Imani to come over.
“Do you want chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?” I asked, staring at the selection in the baking aisle. They had sprinkles for every f*****g occasion here, it seemed, because these rich people had celebrations for everything. “They have blue too, if you want.”
Ana stood quietly by my side, not saying
