For a moment, his expression didn’t change. This had been a grave mistake. Then his ears parted to the side. His black eyes glistened. He hugged the onion to his chest, sniffled, and said, “I’ve been in this house six months, and no one’s…welcomed me yet.” I’d no idea how a sprouty onion made one feel wanted, but there were many things I didn’t understand. “I’m glad to have been the first.”
