Next few days were uneventful.  Mr. White has visited, each time sending me out of the room.  I resisted at first, preferring to stay in the corner chair that I’ve come to claim.  Once I received his glare, I’d obey.  Yet, when he was absent, I’d try to help keep Anna entertained.  Discovered that I couldn’t tell stories or win a game of connect the dots or Pictionary.  Still couldn’t figure out how Anna’s drawing of what looked to be a sniper was really an elephant.  At least she had smiled.  A smile from how bad my drawing was, but a smile I had missed seeing.  My being with her, at first she was confused but quickly decided that I was a bodyguard.  It hurt more than it should.  I was no bodyguard.  All I wanted was for her to...

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