I slammed the car door and tucked Bunny-Beth under my arm I don’t want to stay here I told Mama looking up at the tall building I know Mama said softly But we’re very lucky to have a place to stay
I squeezed Bunny-Beth to my chest I didn’t feel lucky This isn’t a house I whispered
You know what Mama said I think you’re right Looks more like a palace to me A palace I asked Mama grinned Let’s go inside and see if the queen is here
