Galinda looked at me and asked, "Elphie, what aren't you telling us?"
"Galinda, I want to make sure the little guy's really okay. I mean, I understand what's he going through—how he feels…" I began.
"Elphie, don't assume things. You should know that—considering the fact we're friends now…" Galinda said.
"Especially after we said we'd loathe each other forever," I began, trying not to laugh.
Then I grew serious and said, "Galinda, I'm not assuming anything. I know I understand how Simba feels."
"How?" she demanded
I took a deep breath and said, "Remember my secret—how everything was my fault—Nessa being in the wheelchair and my mother's death and you said it wasn't—that it was the milkflowers?"
She nodded and I said, "Simba's been told the same thing. Except there are a few differences. No milkflowers were involved this time. And it was his uncle—Uncle Scar—who told him that it was his fault that his father was dead."
"Elphie, that's horrendible," Galinda said, tears welling up in her eyes. "But how did you know who told Simba that?"
"Simba told me himself," I explained. "When I freed him, I told him to go home. He said he had no home. I asked why and he explained how he was responsible for his father's death. Then I told him the same thing you told me, 'That may be your secret, Simba, but that doesn't make it true."
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