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daughter was thin: face, hair, legs, even her feet. Adam called her “Whisper” because, as he said, “she’s barely there.” Liam reached an arm toward the kids. Kate stopped for a moment. She watched Liam watching the kids, a big grin on his face. When she started to move his chair away from the yard toward the library, Liam protested. “No, Ma.” Some things he said very clearly. She looked at her watch. “Just five minutes. ’K, Liam?” He nodded his head. Sterling stayed off to the side, separate from her brother and mother. Kate had noticed it was starting to bother Sterling to be seen with Liam. She’d never minded before. Soon, the ringleader of the game headed toward the auditorium. Everyone followed. Kate watched Sterling walk ahead with the others. She resigned herself to keeping the placards fixed on the back of Liam’s chair. The first person Kate saw when she stood in the entryway to the West Reseda Elementary School auditorium was Neil Dowd, Bonnie’s husband, who rushed over to help her in. He guided Liam’s wheelchair over the elevated steel plate that ran the length of the doorway. Kate was grateful. She never imagined that so much of her life would be spent on such seemingly meaningless things as the rise in doorways, oversized


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