“It’s not fair!” I burst out eloquently. “What on earth does Atara have to be jealous about?"
Iclutch my coffee cup and shiver. In hindsight, I’m not sure meeting Goldie in the park was the best idea for a December afternoon, but at least she brought hot chocolate. I watch her fuss with Effie’s hat, ensuring it covers his ears. The baby’s nose is bright red and I’ve honestly never seen anything so cute in my whole life. I take a sip of my drink, the hot sweetness courses through me, and suddenly I feel wide awake.
“Goldie?”
“Hmmm?”
She settles onto the bench next to me and flips a blonde lock over her shoulder. I obsess for a second over her blush-colored peplum jacket, matching scarf, and studded hat, and then move on.
“Goldie, what should I do?”
She looks at me thoughtfully. “You know, I’ve always wanted a little sister.”
I scrunch my nose at her. “Awww. Not helpful, but awww.”
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