Alba DeTamble had turned two. There had been a pale yellow dress with a full skirt, and a chocolate cake shaped like a daisy, and a chaotic party with family and her playground friends. And now the birthday girl had been carried off to her room and tucked away for a nap, still clad in a more wrinkled version of that yellow dress ( Read more... )

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