13
Charlie
“Hey, Sarah,” I say to my daughter, who is walking across the town square with me. In her arms is her secondhand copy of The Little Prince, her first cherished book. “Where are we going? Are we going to see Larkin at work?”
Sarah thinks for a second. “Mmm… yeah!”
“And what are the rules for the library, where Larkin works?”
“Dunno.” She gets distracted by some kids walking across the green space. “Pway?”
“Yeah, those kids are going to play,” I say. “We’re going to the library though. It’s International Day.”
Sarah looks at me. I resist the urge to roll my eyes; talking to her like this feels kind of dumb, but Rosa says that it helps her brain to develop correctly.
“So Larkin invited us to come to the library a few days ago. I thought we would show up, sort of as a surpri
