…every time Scott writes about our kids.
I call her name. No reply. Louder. Nothing. The dragon’s got her but
good and who can blame her? Can I really compete with such a wingéd,
scaléd green beast?
I try again and this time she looks up. I make the sign for “car,” and she beams, hops down off the couch.
The earth’s rotation wavers slightly from the sheer beauty of her in motion.
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