“I’m all ears, even the ones that haven’t fully grown in yet.” He starts to grin. “You’ve got ears on the back of your head?” “The tops of my feet. Better to hear you with from down below.” “Lemme talk to your foot. Gimme.” He motions to me, and I high-kick my bare foot at him. Donnelly clasps my ankle, and my smile is effervescent inside me, keeping me warm. “Hale?” He talks to my toes. “You hear me?” “Loud and crackly,”
