Mom says at breakfast. I’m wearing my kilt with the dragonfly T-shirt and leg warmers I made last night. I used the sleeves of an old sweater. “I noticed Deirdre got the dress you practically lived in last summer,” Mom says. “I’m surprised you gave it away.” “It was hard to give stuff up at first,” I admit. “Even if it didn’t fit me anymore. But it got easier. I mean, the dress doesn’t mind who wears it.” “One of my favorite writers, George Bernard Shaw, said people become more attached to their burdens than their burdens are to them,” Mom says. “Cool,” I say. I wonder if Olive is a burden. Maybe I’m more attached to her than she is to me. “Hey, Liza?” Leland asks. “Did Silas and I do a good job helping with the clothing exchange?” “Yes, of course you did.” “Oh.” “Why?” “You never said thanks.” “I didn’t?” “No,” Silas says. “Sorry, you guys,” I say. “Thank you. Thank you very much. You were amazing.” I take ten deep breaths, reach for the phone and dial Niall’s number.
