Within minutes, the two were discussing different species, wing patterns, and the moths Marian remembered from her childhood.
For the first time, I saw someone in that house genuinely interested in what Luna had to say.
When dinner was ready, Mom gestured toward the breakfast room.
“Wes, you and Luna can get your plates.”
But Marian spoke first.
“Actually, Diane, I’d love for Luna to sit next to me. We’re having such an interesting conversation.”
Ainsley quickly protested.
“We only have six dining chairs.”
I looked toward the kitchen.
“There are folding chairs in the garage. We’ve used them before.”
Charles Pemberton stood.
“Then let’s bring in two more.”
He returned with the chairs and placed them beside his wife.
And just like that, Luna and I sat at the main Christmas table.
For a little while, everything felt almost normal.
Marian asked Luna about insects.
