Chapter 24

“No, honey,” she said. “You can’t take Walter.” Wasn’t he too big for stuffed animals?She thought maybe it was a security thing he’d get over, but so far, he hadn’t.

“Why not?”

“Because there isn’t room.” She pointed to the larger suitcase, now nearly full.

He shrugged and left the room, dragging Walter along by the ears. Felicia continued to pack. Deciding what they’d need on the road seemed to her nearly impossible.

Moments later, Roger returned with a batch of Golden Books,and she watched him dump them into a corner of the smaller suitcase, next to her paperback of Bonjour Tristesse. Felicia was midway through Sagan’s slight novel and wondered if young Cecile would ever find happiness. Would she?

“You can’t take those books either,” Felicia said, picking up the books and then handing them back, feeling like the Wicked Witch of the East. “Besides, you’ve outgrown them.”

“How do you know?” Roger said. “I look at them every day.”