"And who is this little angel?" Howie asked when we pulled up to the bus.
"You guessed it. It's Angel."
"Aunt Warwa no."
"Angie sweetie, come on. We have to go."
"No." Angie said a little more forceful.
"Angel Maria. I will carry you kicking and screaming into that bus if
you don't get your little tush up now." Angie sighed and got out.
"Angie do you need a nap?" I asked gently. She shook her head yes. "Come
on baby. You can sleep in my bunk. Patch is here." I said. Patch was my puppy.
"K" was all she said as she climbed into my bunk.
I sat on the couch looking confused. I was confused. That wasn't Angie.
"LO, where's Angie?" Steph asked.
"I don't know." I said
"Huh?"
"That's not the Angie I know. I mean, she's shy, quiet, and she wanted to
take a nap. Angie is not like that."
"LO, she's just tired."
"Yea."
"AUNT WARWA!" I heard someone cry. I jumped up and ran to Angie.
"Angie baby, what is it?"
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