"It sounds amazing," Jason told her, but she couldn't help but think he didn't mean it. See, Jason had this naturally worried look on his face. Eyebrows always furrowed, frowned etched into his lips. So, sometimes it was difficult for her to understand what he truly thinks.
"But?"
"I don't think you'll go."
Deidamia frowned, looking up from the math sheet in front of her. "Why not?"
"What does your sister think?" Deidamia remembered the pain in her chest and the betrayed, hurt look Zella had when she told her. "That why. You won't leave Zella. You let her direct and decide your life for you."
"No I don't."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
Deidamia put her pencil down neatly beside her perfectly straight piece of paper. "How?"
Jason sighed, "Remember how you wanted that one dog but Zella didn't want the black and white dog she wanted just the black dog?"
"Yes."
"What dog did you get?"
"She got the black one," Deidamia said, crossing her arms around her chest. "Only because mama got the dog for Ellie."
"Who took care of the dog?"
"Me."
Jason still looked at her sadly, "Day, when was the last time you had a birthday party?"
