My dog, Daisy, followed me into the room, jumped on the bed, and started licking me all over my face.
“Who's a good girlie?” I said in my Dad voice. “Who's a good girlie?”
“Is everything okay, sweetness?” Mom said. She wanted to sit down beside me but Daisy was hogging the bed.
“Excuse me, Daisy.” She sat down, nudging Daisy over. “Were those kids not nice to you, Auggie?”
“Oh no,” I said, only half lying. “They were okay.” “But were they nice? Mr. Tushman went out of his way to tell me what sweet kids they are.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded, but I kept looking at Daisy, kissing her on the nose
and rubbing her ear until her back leg did that little flea-scratch shake.
“That boy Julian seemed especially nice,” Mom said. “Oh, no, he was the least nice.”
I liked Jack, though. He was nice. I thought his name was Jack Will but it’s just Jack.
Wait, maybe I’m getting them confused. Which one was the one with the dark hair that was brushed forward?”
“Julian.” “And he wasn’t nice?” “No, not nice.” “Oh.”
She thought about this for a second. “Okay, so is he the kind of kid who’s one way in front of grown-ups and another way in front of kids?”
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