CHAPTER 7

“Strawberry jam please,” Leroy murmurs, placing his palms against his eyes and rubbing. His hair is sticking up in blonde little tufts and I chuckle, smoothing the strands down.
"Okay Bud. Did you have a good sleep?" I asked, spreading the jam on three pieces of toast. I didn't want him going hungry.
"Yeah, I had a dream about my new friend," he said, lifting his cup of milk to his lips and taking a long drink. I turned and placed the plate in front of him, leaning back to give...