Joy
“Let’s go watch Mr. Bliss make fire,” Alex said unexpectedly.
I wrinkled up my nose. “I don’t wanna, Mr. Bliss is creepy. Besides, Mommy isn’t back yet.”
Alex tugged insistantly at my elbow. “Let’s go, now please!”
I need to tell you something.
There it was again, Alex’s words echoing around in my head. Was it real, or was I just imagining it? Either way he was looking at me with an anxious, urgent expression that I was sure had nothing to do with Mr. Bliss’s lesson on making fire with sticks and friction.
“Okay, fine,” I slid off the bench and tapped Mr. Falcon on the knee. “Tell Mommy I’ve gone over there,” I said, pointing to Mr. Bliss’s group. “So she won’t be worried.”
“Sure, Joy,” Mr. Falcon patted my head absently like he had something else on his mind.
Alex took my hand
