Sophia’s breath hitched when she remembered gabes overdose and she stopped reading. Nathaniel nodded and listened. Then he shrugged. “I’m not sure”
“Yes Amelie. He means ozzy” Sophia said.
“Ozzy was Sophia’s favorite. He was on her wall,” Nathaniel said.
“When I got daddy to move Kat into my room she always sat around looking at my posters. I have Ozzy and Nirvana and The Doors and The Who and the Sex Pistols and every great band in the history of forever,” She nodded and grinned, then poked Sophia. “Momma. You like Ozzy?”
She smiled and shook her head. “I didn’t know. I can teach you a lot. I like teaching stuff.”
“You speak Italian. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. Everyone can learn something from very one. You’ve...