Zelda pressed her lips into a line. She pushed past Alfred and out of the lavatory, leaving the calendar in a mess on the floor. "What should we do for his birthday?" she asked. What did you do for a one-year-old's birthday? Sometimes Zelda didn't understand these things, even though she'd been an aunt so many times — she was still new to motherhood, and this seemed like something that Alfred would be invested in. Besides — who knew if she'd be up for organizing things, by the time August rolled around.

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