“Then why does she display them everywhere?” I ask.
June shrugs. “She doesn’t want to be mean.”
I laugh. “That sounds like your grandma.”
June sighs and lays her head back on the back of the couch. We’re quiet for a few minutes, somehow comfortable in each other’s presence. It’s nice.
“Mommy was trying to get us out of the trailer park when she was… when she went away,” June whispers, side-stepping the full truth of Rose’s kidnapping. “You probably know this, but my dad is in prison and he’s not very nice. Mommy was worried he’d come here looking for me some day, so she wanted to leave. She told me we’d get a place by the lake, near the French café. I was going to save my money and get goggles so I could see the frogs swimming underneath the water. But then she left and I was afraid sh
