OCTAVIA. (3 Years Later)Three years. I still couldn't get my head around it sometimes, not the number itself, but all that the number had somehow contained."Mama, look! Look, look, look!"August dashed across the yard as fast as he could, black hair flying into his eyes, his arms swinging like the finish line of some race he could see. He skidded to a halt in front of me, nearly falling on his own feet, and raised in triumph a beetle as large as my thumb."He's so big," he announced with a flourish. "I keep him? Can I name him?" He didn't wait for an answer before deciding to name him Gary."Gary's a great name," I said enthusiastically.I leaned forward to admire his find properly, because in our house, a two-and-a-half-year-old's beetle discovery received the same level of seriousness as anything else."Does Gary have a home to go back to, though?"August stared at the beetle for a long moment, his face scrunching up as he considered this."Gary go home?" he asked, not entirely ce
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