“It’s going to get better, sweetie,” I said, reaching out to rub a hand across her back. “You’ll see. It’s going to take some time, but it’s not always going to feel like this. Someday it’s going to feel better.”
She leaned closer to me.
I put my arm around her.
“It helps to have a good cry,” I added. “Get it out of your system. Clear the decks, so to speak. Better out than in, I always say.”
“That’s so sad,” she said softly.
“What?”
“What you said about Tony. Why didn’t his mama help him?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. People do things. I don’t know what to tell you. There’s some mean mothers out there.”
“I feel sorry for him.”
“Don’t feel sorry. Just be his big sister. I think he likes you, even though you beat him at checkers.”
She managed a small smile.
“Mr. Wiley?”
“Yes?”
“I’m really scared.”
“You don’t have to be scared.”
“I know you and Mr. Jack want to be my parents, but you’re not my parents, and it’s weird.”