“Maybe you can talk to Devory,” Rikki said. “Tell her that her father is suing for so much money, and the Friedmans will lose their house!”
“You must be hungry,” Mrs. Weiss said to Devory.
“A little.”
A two-word answer. Progress.
“What do you feel like eating?”
Devory shrugged. “Anything is fine.”
Three words!
“More like toast and tea, or macaroni and cheese?”
Devory’s eyes flashed. “Why do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Pretend! I know you’re upset. Maybe even sad, but you’re always smiling!”
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