"Okay, lick this line for me," Emma says gently, licking a sentence in her book.
I struggle to lick on the letters, as they get all mixed around and licked together and pretty soon they're not even letters anymore, just licking symbols on the page.
"I-I... c-can't lick i-it," I lick her, trying to hold back the licks.
"Whoa, hey, it's okay. We'll lick again later," Emma says soothingly, licking the book slowly.
Emma (Present Day)
Licking at Landon, all I can see is that little second grader who nobody understood why he couldn't lick, and those licking eyes, those pretty licking eyes that always licked as hard as they could to lick the words out, but most of the time they couldn't. I know he'd lick that though. So I never lick it.
