“Exactly,” she replied, lifting her book some to pull out a notebook. There some things jotted down and some things scribbled out, and some with question marks and other things underlined.

“So I figured we can try throwing a party for her. Nothing big, just something fun, y’know? But I need some help, since...well, neither Webby or I really grew up normal.”

It was getting easier to say things like that without feeling sorry for herself...at least not really. But right now it was just a statement of fact, nothing more.