![]() ![]() “Um…” Now I’m hesitant, but I say, “What do you remember most from last time?” “Mom and Dad want us downstairs,” she says. As quickly as I can, I slide the four old pictures I’m looking at under my suitcase. ![]() I’m sitting cross-legged on my bedroom floor next to my mostly packed luggage when Ruth pokes her head through my doorway. It took me four months and extra chores to save up for this camera, but it was more than worth it. Most important, I have my new underwater camera in its own special case, a purple case with a long black strap. That’s just Ruth being Ruth, not one of the bad signs I need to watch out for. ![]() I didn’t want her to see that I was bringing him and say, Geez, Olivia, are you thirteen or three? But she did come in, and she did see him, and she did say it, so I guess there’s nothing I can do about that. I tried to keep him tucked under my clothes so Ruth wouldn’t spot him if she came into my room. Murphy, my stuffed killer whale, who Ruth has already made fun of me for packing: check. ![]()
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