We smuggle Santa Anna into the greenroom and plonk him onto the futon. The show was cancelled. I do not care. Santa Anna is fine. Just a little disoriented. Grofftoffku eyes him suspiciously. I lick his shirt collar to let him know that Santa Anna is not a threat to us.
Santa Anna attempts to make small talk. Begonia makes him a hot chocolate. "How's Joffrey?" He asks.
I honk. Lin explains the story. The death, the baby, the pontoon boat, the winklepickers. Santa Anna smiles feebly. "Oh," he says. He is quiet now.
Wait. He is trying to leave. Not on my watch. I spring from the futon and entangle him in a web of flesh. He squeals. I do not quit. He can not go. Not yet. Not ever. Not my Santa Anna. Eventually, he stops struggling. I decide to let go.
Groffette leans down to assess the damage. Santa Anna's eyes are closed as he flings his arm into the air, squarely hitting my beautiful Grofflino in the nose. I am traumatized. Santa tries to stand up, apologizing profusely. Begonia clucks her tongue. Normally, I would spray int a rage of fire. But not for my Santa Anna. My beautiful Santa Anna.
To reconcile for his onslaught, he offers to fix the pontoon boat, which is in the shop. Lin agrees, cautiously. Lin's beard whispers into my conscience. It is hungry.
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Adopted by Lin Manuel Miranda
Ficção AdolescenteMidge Jorbyn is eleven years old, living with her evil foster dad Joffrey. Everything seems fine from the outside, but she walks to school with the lunch she packed. Nobody knows what she's holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday, sh...
