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tucked into his pocket but seemed pleased by Danny’s show of bro-fection. Charlie had wide, mischievous brown eyes and sharp features, the sort of impish face that would get him labeled the class troublemaker for years to come. He had an admirable blue frosting mustache on his upper lip.
    “It’s nice to meet you, hon. Are you new here?”
    Charlie shook his head. “No, ma’am. We moved here after my birthday. My birthday’s in February. Dad says I can have a party at the Knight’s Castle this year.”
    Well, that explained why I’d never met Charlie. I hadn’t been able to volunteer at the school since the early spring semester. It also revealed that Charlie’s father was a very brave man. The Knight’s Castle was a medieval-themed indoor play complex with inflatable bouncy houses, video games, a snack bar, and, for that extra level of noise and stink, pony rides.
    I pulled a wet wipe from my purse and dabbed at his frosting facial hair. I’d expected him to object, or at least wriggle a little, but again, he seemed pleased by the attention, tilting his face from side to side to make sure I’d cleaned away everything.
    Danny was bouncing on his toes, though I couldn’t tell whether it was from excitement or in an attempt to hide the fact that Charlie towered a full head over him. “Charlie says I’m invited to his party this year, Mom. Can I go?”
    “You’re handing out invitations already?” I asked Charlie, who shrugged and dug his toe into the floor.
    “Danny already invited me to his party,” Charlie said.
    “Of course he did.” Danny issued invitations to his next birthday party all year round. He planned his cake, theme, and color scheme at least nine months in advance. “And I hope you can come.”
    “Mom, Miss Lisa is doing story time in the library. Can I go?”
    God bless Lisa Stewart, the school librarian. With her endless patience and carefully organized arsenal of distracting stories, she’d taken pity on us all. She was the one who’d recognized Danny’s above-average reading level and encouraged him to find authors like Aaron Reynolds and Chris Gall to appeal to his sense of humor. Those books had helped Danny stay entertained during the worst nights of my treatment. I would be forever grateful.
    “Can I go, Mom?”
    “Sure, baby.” He scampered off with Charlie, and I was reminded, once again, that no matter how messed-up the consequences, I’d made the right choice being turned. I could be gone right now instead of watching my son making a new friend. I organized the paperwork carefully and retrieved the three-page list of school supplies he would need for the year.
    I took a deep, unnecessary breath before walking out into the hall, fortifying myself for the onslaught of human noise and smells. Several of the parents called out to me, waving, smiling, telling me how glad they were to see me up and around. Mark Walsh, the school principal, who had been instrumental in keeping me in touch and informed about Danny’s academic and emotional status even when I was too fatigued to make a damn phone call, stopped me to remind me that the staff was there to help us with anything we needed in the new school year.
    Jane was leaning against the wall, texting, waiting for me by the nurse’s office. She was frowning as she peered down at the screen.
    “Council business,” she told me, shoving the phone into her pocket. “Are you done?”
    “No, now I have to go to the cafeteria and find all of the right people to give the right pages to and then commando-roll out of the fire exit before I get recruited for the homework helper program. I love helping kids understand math, but I’m not willing to let the sun evaporate me in order to do it,” I said quietly.
    “That seems reasonable,” Jane said. “Maybe we can find some online tutoring program for you to help with if you find you miss it a lot.” She shuddered as a rowdy group of kids stampeded by, waving blue “Go, Howlers,