Wheeling Gull Isle His eye is on the sparrow

cameo!

A sleeping Dinah rustles, wedged firmly between Simeon and Mama. The late June eve is warm and hazy and salty, and when she stirs, her mouth parts in a yawn.
Uncle Ev has arrived with news for the darklings. For once, Dinah does not run; she is quiet, hiding behind the small of Mama's back, but she is here to listen.
Maybe they weren't so bad. Their names cement it in her mind; this was her new normal, and maybe it's time she tries to live with it.