"How's your head?" I asked Lydia as I set her on the counter in the school kitchen.
Lydia looked down at Kasyn, and smiled.
"This is the kitchen," she told him. "My dad makes the best snacks. Right Dad?"
I smiled at Lydia.
"I sure do," I said. "Would you like a snack, Kasyn?"
I walked to the freezer to get a blood bag out for Lydia.
"No," Kasyn replied flatly.
"Do you drink blood too?" Lydia asked him.
I turned my head to watch the two of them. Kasyn is looking around with a look of disdain. It's kind of funny to see that look on a kid's face. This kid can't be much older than Lydia.
I've also never seen Lydia so interested in another kid either. I hope this is her way of finally making friends. Lydia would rather hang out with her mom than the other kids here. It always made me f
