I jumped up. “Bullshit!” She jumped too, throwing her shoulder into mine. “Not bullshit. Real shit.” “How do you have language?” My voice broke on the last syllable. My chest tightened. How could she have the language? She was the same age as me, and I deserved it more. I don’t know why, but I felt certain that I did. I yanked my braid out of the back of my shirt and let it fall over my shoulder. Some kind of proof, I suppose.
