“But now I don’t have to be jealous anymore. Because now I’ve got Sunday Forster Parents too! I mean, they’re not parents, it’a just a lady, but still! Yesterday, on Sunday afternoon, Sister Frances sent this stupid kid named Donny to get me. Donny is much littler than me.”
“I’ve lived in the Home for a long time, all my life, in fact, because my parents couldn’t keep me when I was a baby. No one’s ever told me why, at least, not exactly. Just something about ‘the circumstances were not right.’ I don’t know what that means.”