“Angel?” Fiona asks, looking up from what I guess is a drawing of a wolf. She is quite good; her stuff looks better than my stick figures. We’ve been drawing since dinner. Cherry is out working but will be home by Fiona’s bedtime.
“Yeah?” I answer, absentmindedly checking my phone for messages. I’ve been staring into the room more than drawing.
“Will Daniel become mean when he changes into a wolf? Emily told me he...”
“Don’t listen to Emily,” I interrupt. I smile at Fiona and tuck her blond hair behind her ear. She looks at me with her big brown eyes. I recognize sadness and curiosity in them. It’s not the first time Emily has upset her, so I’m not surprised. I feel for Emily because with all the hate she spews, her parents can’t be especially loving.
“Daniel will be just as he is now.
