“Did it hurt?” she asked quietly, her finger tracing the seam of his flannel shirt. “When you fell?”
He flopped back down, twitching one foot as if in a final death spasm. Piper crawled over to him, her own fall completely forgotten. She peered into his face, her pigtails dangling like twin carrots. piper perri fall down dad
Piper was a whirlwind of pigtails and determination. Her tiny fingers, still bearing faint smudges of grape jelly from lunch, carefully placed a red plastic block onto a wobbly blue one. She squinted one eye, stuck out her tongue in concentration, and whispered her sacred building mantra: "Steady... steady... don't be a shaky Jake." “Did it hurt
“Dad,” Piper announced without looking away from the tower. “If this falls, it will be a tragedy of enormous proportion. That’s what Mom says about her hair on rainy days.” She peered into his face, her pigtails dangling
“Are you really dead?” she asked.
“Silly?” David propped himself up on his elbows, his face a mask of mock indignation. “Madam, I am not silly. I am a victim of the Piper Perri Fall-Down Disaster of 2023. The seismic shockwaves from your tumble registered a 6.2 on the Giggle Scale.”