My admiration gets broken up by a laugh floating down the hall. There’s the clap of small hands, a giggle I know with my whole soul. I greedily follow the nosies, pausing outside Lucy’s room when I make it there. I peer inside, finding her and Hudson sitting on the floor in the middle of her bright pink rug. An army of Barbies are in front of them, from Astronaut Barbie to Pop Star Barbie.
