One time, after Sophia had come to play with Eddie every evening for two weeks straight, Miss Bass had held her back before she could go home.
“You know my door is always open if you need to talk,” she had said.
(What was Sophia supposed to say?)
(That her mother takes care of her, but out of duty rather than love, or even care?)
(That sometimes, Sophia wonders if her mother wouldn’t rather she hadn’t come back?)
(That it feels like Eddie is the only one who gives a shit about her?)
(That she only remembers how to be kind when he’s there?)
“I’m fine,” Sophia had said.
This time, Sophia still doesn’t talk.
She lets Miss Bass make her a cup of hot chocolate, though, and it’s warm and sweet.