Sarah watched Ambrose and Barbara kiss with extreme interest. She watched how they touched each other.
The movement of their hands.
The movement of their mouths.
The closeness of their bodies.
She took careful mental notes for future reference.
Maybe she would never meet a guy who’d be willing to look past her language and memory difficulties.
Maybe she would never fall in love.
But she was determined to be well-prepared for her first kiss.
Sarah quietly hoped that her future first kiss would have good breath. After all, she was pretty sure that bad breath would ruin everything and she did not want her first kiss to be ruined.
She wanted it to be amazing.
Whatever that meant.
They stopped kissing too soon and spent the next couple of minutes apologizing.
Sarah rolled her eyes. She had no idea why either of them were sorry. They had certainly looked very happy when they were kissing each other. So, what was there to be sorry about?
It didn’t make any sense to the young girl. She simply added it to her list of “Weird Stuff That Will Make More Sense When I Grow Up”.
It was a very long and detailed list.
Barbara came over to her. “Hey, I’m going to the library to see if we can take out some books for Raven. Do you want to come with me?”
Sarah frowned and tilted her head.
Ambrose joined their two female party. “A library is a building that has shelves and shelves of books that you can take home with you. You don’t have to pay for the book at all. You just take it off the shelf, have the librarian scan it, and you can walk out the door with it.”
Sarah held her hands in front of her as if she were holding a closed book. She pressed her hands against her chest.
Ambrose chuckled. “No, you can’t just keep them for good. You will have to return them by a certain date.”
“Do you want to come with me?” Barbara asked.
Ambrose shot a surprised look at Barbara, who smiled at him.
“No, I didn’t mean you.”
“Too bad.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Just imagine all of the trouble we could get into all by ourselves in a quiet corner, down an aisle of books no one ever takes out.”
Barbara blushed. “Yes.”
“We definitely can’t be left unchaperoned.”
Sarah tugged on Barbara’s sleeve. As soon as Barbara looked down at her, Sarah pointed at the two of them and kissed her palm.
Barbara stared at her, clearly baffled.
Ambrose grinned. “No, we’re not going to kiss again. Not yet.”
Sarah folded her arms across her chest and scowled.
“This Sunday, however, we will do an amazing amount of kissing.”
Sarah unfolded her arms and nodded her approval. She pointed at Barbara, at herself, and at the door.
“So, you do want to come with me?” Barbara asked.
The young girl nodded emphatically.
Barbara smiled and took her hand. “Then, let’s go.”