Chapter 80

• “You were covered in mud,” I said and her cheeks reddened.
• “You remember,” she laughed again, the sound getting progressively drier. “Yes, in my excitement I’d tripped and fallen into a mud puddle when we entered the arena but I was a child. What’s wrong with being a little muddy? You ruined my experience that day and when I told my mother, she was pissed. I’d talked about Funland for months on end and when I finally got there, I could not enjoy it because of some snotty kid. My mother blamed herself for our status in life which made me easy to look down on.”
• It seemed the mother and daughter had their insecurities but they decided to blame me and I told her just that. Who the heck hates a kid because they didn’t want to hold hands and run around in mud in their princess dress?