“Kid!” he exclaimed, spinning her around. She snuggled closer to him and held on tight. “I missed you, Mr. Mith.” “I missed you, too, kid.” “Mama missed you too. She’d been crying a lot since you left.” She moved her mouth toward his ear and whispered—but a loud whisper because my daughter didn’t know how to lower her voice. “But she pretended she had allergies.”
