“How come you don’t want me in your school?” I turned in her lap to look at her. “Do you hate me?” “No,” she whispered, sounding super sad. “I just get frustrated, that’s all.” “Because of me?” She nodded. “I’m sorry.” “No, Liz, I’m sorry.” Her arms tightened around me, making me feel warm and happy. Making the burning, itchy pressure in my throat go away. “I need to have more patience with you.”
