“Having The Fish around helped too. I didn’t realize it at the time, but when I was upset, it was nice to have someone—something—to talk to.” She buried her face deeper into my chest, as if ashamed of what she was about to say. “I’m sad he died. I never even gave him a real name.” “Well, he’s a goldfish,” I said practically. “There are worse things you could’ve called him.” Her muffled laughter made me smile.
