Mom’s sitting on Polly’s bed, talking to her about the manatees, telling her the manatees are going to be okay.

I feel bad that Polly’s so sad, so when I’m all done saying the things that will keep us safe and keep the bunnies from getting pushed out of their nests, I add a prayer for Polly, even though it isn’t really praying what I do. But for Polly I say, please don’t let the manatees die, please don’t let the manatees die.