I go to sit next to Charlie, who for the last ten minutes has been watching from one of the pool chairs.
“Charlie, this must be boring for you. I would think you just want to play with Joy.”
“Are you kidding?” he looks at me all excited and I see his eyes are dancing. He is happy. “Joy lives in a dream! Anything can happen! And she’s awesome! Look how strong she is! She’s Superman!”
“Hmm. Yeah, well,” I mutter. “She’s hardly Superman.”
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