“Let’s do this,” she says, taking off the rosary and then unclipping the silver jeweled barrette from her hair. She takes both and sets them up on the little alcove under the upper bowl, hiding them in the niche there. “Since it’s our secret hiding place,” she tells me with an excited look in her eyes. “It’s like part of us is always here. In our spot.”
oh my god. how sweet.
