“Princess Layla held my hand, Mommy,” Amy said, beaming with pride, her eyes as wide as saucers. “She said I was brave and a cute kid, but I told her I’m not a kid because I’m almost six.” Layla smiled. “That’s great, honey.” “Layla’s your name, Mommy, so you must be a princess, too.” Yeah, and I’ve already met my two princes. Unfortunately they ain’t lining up to hold my hands. “Did you see Mickey?” asked Giron from behind the wheel. “Yes, and lots of his friends, too. They were funny.” Her childish giggle echoed around the car. “They made me laugh.” Amy seemed to take these two strangers in her stride, still hyped up from her experiences in Orlando, and didn’t ask who they were or where they were going. She’d met enough strangers in the past few months, Layla thought with a pang, and had gotten used to new people. She examined her daughter as she painstakingly sorted through the bag of goodies she’d brought away with her. Brightly colored pencils, picture books, plastic figures that obviously meant something to her, and, naturally, a princess doll dressed in sparkly pink.
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