Page 215 of Unexpected Heroine

It’ll never be enough. I fucking miss you, Lettie.

Sugar Bear:

I can imagine. I’m pretty fantastic. What’s not to miss?

Me:

I know you were probably saying that jokingly, but I see you that way. I honestly do. Fantastic. Strong. Badass. Formidable. All those things. You’re a lot like him, you know?

Sugar Bear:

Really?

Me:

Yes.

Sugar Bear:

Is he a klutz too?

Me:

No. You must have gotten that from your mother.

Sugar Bear:

I’m jealous of you.

Me:

Me? Why?

Sugar Bear:

Because you know him.

Me:

He’s gonna love you, Lettie. And you’re going to love him. He’ll probably murder me, though. Will you mourn me?

Sugar Bear:

Unsure. Ask again another day. But... is he violent?

Me:

No more than the rest of us. He won’t really kill me. That was me, not knowing how to tell a joke.

Sugar Bear:

I’m glad we have these little talks. Even if I want to stab you most of the time.

Me:

If you’re wanting to stab me, might I suggest using your fingernails? Up and down my back. Really dig in there and scrape me all up to let out your frustrations. That’ll show me.

Sugar Bear:

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