that?”
I had no answer that did not make me ashamed.
PART 3 — No More Someday
For several seconds, I watched a barge move upstream. I knew Elise well enough to know she would let me take time, but not mistake taking time for answering. The wind lifted the edge of her sandwich paper. She flattened it beneath her palm and waited.
“Because after the formal,” I said, “you stopped asking.”
Her face changed.
I heard what I had done.
“No,” I said quickly. “That isn’t fair. I’m sorry.”
She
