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go-go dance around here. And no more sneaking up on me. I hate that.”
    â€œGot it,” Walt said. “Mod dancing and a megaphone. Anything else?”
    I thought about hugging him, partially to make sure he was real, partially to get lost in that black and white fur, but I wanted to be cooler than that. So I raised my knuckles and made a fist.
    â€œSophie Sophia, keeping it real,” he said, bumping his paw against my fist like an agreement. “I like it.”
    I pulled my hand back, and Walt was gone. The only evidence that he’d ever been there was a panda butt imprint in the carpet and a chewed stick of bamboo next to it.
    Mom sat up, rubbing her eyes.
    â€œDid I hear you talking to someone?”
    â€œNope,” I said. “Must have been the movie. Or Balzac.”
    I stacked cartons, attempting to clear the table and distract her with my impeccable manners.
    â€œSophie, are you seeing things again?” She yawned. “You can tell me. There’s nothing we can’t work out.”
    And by “work out,” she meant move where no one knew us. Where no one cared.
    â€œI was talking to Infinity,” I said, instead. “It was fascinating, as usual. Now I’m going upstairs to talk to Dreamland. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”
    I tossed a handful of cartons in the trash and held my breath as I walked upstairs, hoping she wouldn’t figure things out. Praying, even though I never prayed, that she hadn’t heard me with Walt.

FIVE

    Today was Thursday, the day that deserves to be kicked out of the calendar, completely. Most people loved Thursday because it was almost Friday, which was practically the weekend. But for me, Thursday was a reminder of something else: that day when the fun and games forgot the fun; when someone I loved terrified me; and when I ended up in one cop car, waving, while my dad rode away in another one.
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    â€œIt’s TYRANNICAL THURSDAY!” Dad said one Thursday, emerging from the basement in red long underwear. “And as the tyrant, I have decided that today we will go to the zoo in our pajamas.”
    I laughed so hard chocolate milk sprayed out of my nose.
    â€œIt’s too cold for pajamas, Daddy,” I said, wiping my face on my sleeve. I was five, and the only thing I wanted more than going to the zoo was staying warm. I hated the cold. It was a phase I was going through.
    â€œSo we’ll warm ourselves with our minds!” he said, running circles around the table. “We’re the smartest people I know. If anyone can create heat with thoughts, it’s us!”
    â€œAngelino, put some clothes on,” Mom said when she walked in.
    â€œI would if I could,” he said. “It’s Tyrannical Thursday, and Sophie and I are going to the zoo in our pajamas.”
    Mom poured coffee into her blue mug, the one with the chip on the side.
    â€œSophie has school,” she said. “You know that.”
    â€œWhat can she possibly learn in a classroom that I can’t teach her? Am I right?”
    He looked at me, and I nodded yes as he piled a waffle on my plate and poured a syrup smile on top of it.
    â€œOf course she’s going to agree with you,” Mom said, ruffling my hair. “Sophie is nothing if not a fan of monkeys.”
    â€œWhich is why I’m taking her to the zoo,” he said.
    Mom took a waffle off the plate and ate it plain.
    â€œFine,” she said. “But no pajamas. And wait until after school.”
    â€œDeal!” Dad said, winking at me. “I don’t know why you worry so much.”
    At the time, Mom knew something I didn’t: Dad was sick. Which meant he wasn’t the best person to take care of me. But that didn’t keep him from showing up at school at noon with a doctor’s note in one hand and a pair of pajamas in the other.
    As we walked around the zoo, he told me his theories on why parrots