“Your mum really is amazing,” Chloe told me, and I nodded. “Yes, she is.” She looked up at me. “Figures, since she produced such an amazing son.” “I do love your compliments,” I laughed. “You’re an amazing creature yourself, Chloe.” “Thanks,” she said, and even now her shyness showed, cheeks flushing pink. I loved her like that. Still, figures, as the girl would have said. I loved her like her.
