Ruby is running after me. Her fringe and the wind are not best friends; some of it is sticking straight up in the air. She sees my look and flattens it down against her forehead again. It’s one of her quirks that I’ve really noticed in the last few weeks. Now I know about the little comb she carries around in her pencil case, which she uses when she doesn’t think anyone’s looking.
Awwwww
