Casper smells nice. Sheâs always clean, her clothes rustle softly. She never raises her voice. She rubs Sashaâs back when she sobs so hard she chokes. She positions her arms around Linda/Katie/Cuddles like a goalie or something when one of the bad people breaks free. Iâve seen her in Blueâs room, even, on the days Blue gets an enormous box of books from her mother, pawing through the paperbacks and smiling at Blue. Iâve seen Blue melt a little, just a little, at this smile.
Casper should be someoneâs mother. She should be my mother.