“I don’t know.”
And that answer frightened me more than certainty would have.
Because folded inside my hand was proof that ten years earlier, another door had opened.
Someone had simply forgotten to tell me it was there.
PART 3 – ENDING
Not perfect.
Better.
I decided families might work the same way.
Denise came to stand beside me.
“You’re not going to ask her?”
“I am.”
“When?”
“When Ethan isn’t five feet away holding cheesecake.”
“He has excellent hearing.”
“Exactly.”
Across the room, Ethan turned.
“I heard that.”
Denise laughed.
I did too.
Then Ethan resumed his conversation.
Jonathan was nearby talking with Dr. Feldman. From the little I could hear, she was explaining the academic program to him.
He asked sensible questions.
Not what will Ethan achieve?
Not how famous could he become?
He asked how many hours Ethan studied.
Whether he had friends his own age.
