C62 He is not of the same specie
That’s when a smiling pink freckled face leaned in over above Gerald.
“Oh, crap.”
Gerald scrambled to his feet, but she was already on him, wrapping herself around his leg like a python.
“Zuri, let go of me,” he struggled.
“No way, I need your help with something and you’re going to help me.”
“No, I’m not. I’m going to afternoon prayer. You can’t make me.”
Zurra expanded her body
