“Can I have her?” A stuffed goat popped over the lip of my bag, whirling around, as if it were possessed by a ghost. I snapped the present I gave Daniel into my hand. “No.” “But Pam says she likes me,” Sprig whined. “Pam?” “It’s her name.” “You named the goat Pam?” “It seemed to fit.” “Sprig, you can’t have the goat.” “She doesn’t like being called goat. Her name is Pam.” “You know she’s not real, right? Like Sussanna.” Silence. “You are not talking to me anymore, huh?” “No.” “Oh, thank the gods.” Ryker let his head fall back. His gaze darted to me. “Now, if only you would shut up as well, my
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