“Who is Max?” the doctor asked the little girl.
“My little brother,” she snort-laughed. “I’m older by a couple of minutes. He has spiky hair. Can I have spiky hair?” she blinked at her mother.
“How about we keep those gorgeous curls?” the nurse said. “We only need to take a little off to clean you up.”
“My mom has curly hair,” Ollie slurred her words. “It’s curlier than mine. It’s wild.” She gave a fake roar after her wording and the adults chuckled.
“You’re doing so well, Ollie,” the doctor said as he examined the cut in her head more closely, finally able to get near the previously thrashing child, “tell me about your brother. Are you twins?”
“Fraternal,” she said proudly. “We look like our dad.” She closed her eyes for a moment and Bobbie wondered if she hadn’t fallen asleep under
