Expressions

“What is dive bombing?” Beren asks.

“I know what dive bombing is with birds,” Jared says.

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“Remember when he was reading Goodnight Moon? Now he’s reading about the Donner party,” Jared says.

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“Don’t throw that out. That’s wasteful. You can use it as a cup,” Beren says as I toss a mug with a broken handle in the trash.

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“Momma, how much did you want a cat?” Beren asks.

“I didn’t want a cat,” I say. “I knew it would be more work for me.”

“Really?” he asks, surprised and quiet. “Well, he’s my cat,” he adds.

“No, he’s my cat. I feed him. I take him to the vet. I care for him when he gets hurts. He’s my cat,” I say.

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“I love you, Mountain,” Beren says to the cat.

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“Momma, I feel sad for no reason,” he says.

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“I’d like to do something nice together as a family,” Jared says.

Me, too.

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