It would have been better if George hadn't tried to comfort her.
As soon as he did, Heather suddenly raised her head, her face full of grievance as she looked at the ceiling and wailed, "Waaah! My first kiss! My first kiss! Waaaah!"
The room fell deathly silent...
George's face instantly turned beet red, as if it were about to explode!
He was completely breaking down, jumping and retreating at the same time, stomping hard on the floor: "What nonsense are you spouting!"
"My first kiss is gone! It's gone! It's gone! Aaaaah! Waaaaah~ You rebellious, unscrupulous character!"
"Heather! You..."
"Waaaah! I'm only seven years old! Seven!"
"You jerk! Heather, you were the one who bit me, not the other way around! If anyone should be crying and fussing, it's me! Your first kiss is gone, and so is mine!"
George was falling apart!
Dad, brother, sister, and even grandpa and grandma were all here, what on earth was Heather talking about!
Could he die? He wanted to just die right then!
