She looked at the rose.
Then she walked over and did something she hadn’t done since she was ten years old.
She sat down on Travis’s knee.
Like a little girl.
She’s five foot ten. She’s a middle hitter. She didn’t fit on his knee at all.
It didn’t matter even a little bit.
“I put my phone away during the party,” she said. “Everybody kept showing me the video. Somebody already put it on Facebook. Grandpa has four hundred likes.”
Travis laughed. It came out wet.
“Your grandpa doesn’t even know what Facebook is.”
“I know,” she said. “That’s the best part.”
Then she was quiet for a minute.
And she said, to the side of his head, “I wasn’t mad that you said no, Travis. I was mad because I thought you didn’t want to.”
“I always wanted to,” he said. “Every single day. I was just scared.”
