He didn’t try to use it.
Didn’t say anything about yes.
Didn’t push.
Which made it worse.
“Marcus,” I said.
He looked up.
“I’ll go out with you.”
He blinked once.
Then
“Okay.”
I tilted my head slightly.
“You’re not going to celebrate?”
“I will,” he said. “Later.”
“Why later?”
“Because right now you look like you might change your mind if I make this a big moment.”
I paused.
Then nodded.
“Accurate.”
+15 PWGS
Silence again.
Sfter this time.
“Lydia,” he said.
“Yes?”
A slight pause.
“What’s their father like?”
There it was.
Placed carefully.
I looked at him.
Then away.
Then back.
And for the first time
I didn’t have a clean answer.
I inhaled.
Slow.
And opened my mouth.

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