Daddy wanders into the kitchen just as we are about to leave for Cosmo’s. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He has been sleeping since the middle of the afternoon. My voice tries to make a sound but nothing comes out. I can’t believe I didn’t leave five minutes earlier, just after I’d looked in on him and Grandma. But that would have made us a bit early at Cosmo’s and I don’t want to look over-anxious. Livvy starts to open her mouth. “Friends.” I find my voice. “Just for a little while.” Daddy holds his head as he gets down to look in the bottom cupboard where he and Grandma keep their sherry. “Don’t be late,” he mumbles. I give Livvy a little push. “Hey, quit it, dodohead.” “Shh.” I hurry ahead of her out of the yard. “What friends?” Livvy asks. Good question, I think. At the start of grade six, when Mr. Graydon came to our school, he matched everyone up with a buddy. Buddies kept track of assignments when you were home sick, gave you a birthday card on your birthday, spent time with you on the playground.
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