Di just nodded. It wasn't much different from her own home, and she could certainly understand the need to sell things in order to continue having the more important things. "I get it," She told him, eyeing the pink in his cheeks. "It isn't much different from my own house." She wasn't here to make him feel embarrassed and she could tell he was uncomfortable by her presence.
When the little girl ran up to Di, she transformed from a grumpy rebel to someone who could pass as a regular old teenager. She smiled down at the girl and squatted to her level. "I'm Di, and you're the first person I know whose ever called me pretty. We simply have to be friends now." She'd offer up her left hand, keeping the right jammed into her pocket.
When the little girl ran up to Di, she transformed from a grumpy rebel to someone who could pass as a regular old teenager. She smiled down at the girl and squatted to her level. "I'm Di, and you're the first person I know whose ever called me pretty. We simply have to be friends now." She'd offer up her left hand, keeping the right jammed into her pocket.