"I’m the best.” She lowers her eyes. “I was the best. All behind me now, I guess"
I blink up at Mommy, only vaguely aware that she’s been talking to me for the past two minutes, outlining the rest of the day’s fun events.
“Okay, sweetheart? So, we’re just waiting for an orderly.”
I nod, although I have no idea what Mommy has just told me. Pre-op has been long and nerve-wracking, but that’s not what’s got my brain turned to mush. No, it’s the text message from Pori that has me blinking back indignant tears.
Did Atara know, when she was sitting at my dining room table yesterday eating jelly beans, that she’d be replacing me as winter soloist?
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