“Silly child, why would you love a number?”
“It’s lucky. I like the shape. Five is my number.” She smiled placidly and propped her chin on her hand. I thought about asking her to take her elbows off the table, but I’d already called her silly, which I knew was bad parenting, so I ignored the elbows.
“Why do you think it’s lucky,” I asked.
She sidled over beside me and took my hand. . . .
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