Chapter Thirty Five - Popcorn
Hannah
Daisy had loaned me a pair of soft, fleecy pajamas, that felt like fur against my bare skin. She had popped a big bowl of buttery popcorn, and made us root beer floats. I'd never had a root beer float before, but I was delighted with the sweet, fizzy, creamy treat. We sat on the big couch in front of a large, flat screen TV, and Daisy picked up a remote and started flipping through options, until she selected the latest Disney live-action movie. Watching TV was such a novelty for me that it wouldn't have mattered if we were watching a black and white silent film, I would have been glued to the screen. Daisy pulled a flannel blanket off the back of the couch to cover our legs and put the bowl of popcorn between us. "Eat popcorn," she said, grabbi
