Quiana became even more puzzled; she tilted her head and said, "Harriet is four and a half years old nominally because her birthday hasn't passed yet, so she is actually three and a half years old."
"Granny, what's wrong? Harriet and Little Julian were born on the same day, remember? Back at the hospital, you asked Julian already, didn't you?"
Quiana still didn't understand what was happening; she was just puzzled,
Puzzled about why Odessa seemed so strange today.
Crying one moment and then asking how old she was the next.
It really was weird.
After Quiana finished speaking,
Odessa had already turned into a weeping figure, incessantly looking at Quiana and nodding vigorously, "I should have thought of this earlier; you and Little Julian look about the same age, how could you not be born on the same day..."
"My poor child, will you let Granny hug you?"
In Quiana's small head was a huge puzzlement.
Poor?
She didn't think her life was bad at all.