“I could make his year if I wanted to.” Confident girl. Makes me wonder if she can back that up, and I shouldn’t be thinking about that at all. The legs are still swinging and it’s driving me crazy. “Do you want to?” Not what I planned to ask. I wonder how much it would hurt to cut out my tongue. “I’m asking the questions.” “Not to me you’re not.” There. “Do you live here alone?” That lasted a while. “Yes.” “Why were you emancipated?” “Necessity.” “Is it hard?” “What?” “Is it hard to get emancipated?” I knew that’s what she was asking. Really, I did.
