She woke up at midnight as soon as Big Friend’s hand touched her back. She sat up. Palmed her bangs out of her face. Said, “Oh hi. We need to go into the bathroom.” Big Friend, home from a week’s business trip to Denmark, rubbed her sweaty back. Tucked her back in. Promised a trip to the bathroom in the morning. ”No, Dad,” her groggy voice insisted. ”I saved a goldfish for you. I left it in the bathroom.” Read more >






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