The Luna Choosing Game
The cartoon bear smiled up at me.
“Which girl?” I asked, just as one of the candidates came to stand behind Elva.
“I hope it’s okay,” the girl said.
“This one,” Elva said, pointing at her.
I looked up at the girl. She was younger than me, eighteen at the most, with pale hair and round features. She stood timidly, her hands weaved together at her waist. She kind of looked like she wanted to run away.
“I’m Susie,” she said.
“Hi, Susie!” Elva said. “I’m Elva. I’m three. I like bears.”