“And you don’t know how strong Becky is. Sometimes hatred resembles strength.” “You’re jealous.” “Okay,” I pleasantly agreed, “but if I have to get hit with a bat and knocked down in order to be strong, I’d rather stay a weak little girl.” He was quiet as he turned onto Penyon Road and stopped beside my mother’s car, then he laughed.“Get your smart little ass out of my car,” he teased.“You’re gonna be something else when you do grow up.” “So are you,” I said.
Tangy is such a smart, clever, cute little girl! Love the way she speaks wisdom to ppl, young and old
