had simply kept showing up for each other.
I looked at Mom.
“So what’s your condition?”
She smiled through tears.
“Don’t go tonight because six-year-old Chrissy made a promise.”
I waited.
“Promise me you’ll go because eighteen-year-old Christina chooses him.”
A laugh escaped me.
“Mom, I wasn’t going because of some childhood promise.”
“I know that now.”
“The promise is just why Noah bought a bow tie four months early.”
That finally made her laugh.
We went downstairs.
Noah looked between us suspiciously.
