“Is the turtle dead?” I ask, again.
Initially I relied on Lucas for vital stats on our sometimes dead-looking new pet. Now I just ask to bother him a bit — and let him feel smarter than me.
“No, Mom,” my fourteen-year-old rolls his eyes, exasperated and a little amused, “and he wasn’t dead the last time you asked.”
I smile, relieved.
Turns out, it’s hard to tell if a heart is still functioning when somebody is wearing a hard enough shell.
Maybe that’s true for people, too.
Photo: Emlynn Photography