“So, this is your turtle, huh?” Diem sits up and beams a smile. “Yep.” She picks him up, and we meet at her bed. I sit down and lean against the headboard. She crawls to the middle of the bed and hands me the turtle, then curls up at my side. I place him on my leg, and he starts to crawl toward my knee. “Why did NoNo hit you?” She’s looking at my lip when she asks this. “Sometimes adults make bad decisions, D. I said something that hurt his feelings, and he got upset. It’s not his fault. It was my fault.” “Are you mad at him?” “No.” “Is NoNo still mad?” More than likely. “No.” I want to change
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