“How old are you?” she asks. “Eight.” “I’ll also be eight soon.” Her missing tooth shows when she smiles big. “We can be friends.” “I have friends.” “Oh.” Her expression falls. I want to kick myself for making her feel bad. Cole keeps saying I should make my words less direct. No idea what that means. However, I don’t want Elsa to feel bad. What if she never returns and I’ll stay in the dark all alone? She peeks at me through her eyelashes with puppy eyes. “Can’t you add one more friend?”
