It was inevitable that a child would find Gabriel. Children are basically heat-seeking missiles for the most awkward adult in any vicinity. This child was five, which meant she was small and made entirely of ambition. Her name was Junie. She had glitter sneakers, a clipboard covered in stickers, and the unblinking confidence of someone who had never once considered the concept of no. She walked straight up to Gabriel, looked them up and down like an interviewer assessing a candidate, and said, “Hi! I’m Junie. Do you have a moment? I’d like to hear what you think about my idea.” Gabriel blinked. Michael, nearby, made a noise like he’d just watched a deer step into traffic and realized the deer was about to start a business. Junie didn’t wait for more consent than the word moment. She flipped her clipboard around like she was presenting quarterly earnings. “A network of lemonade stands,” she said, “across the whole United States. Then we use the money to make Party Pony Rescue.”
An extra snippet from Chapter 13 of The Trouble with Angels 📚💙🎧⚡
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