“It was your favorite movie. You used to say that someday you’d have your own Frank Farmer except he wouldn’t leave.”
“You remember that?” Her voice was so quiet, he’d barely heard her from several yards away.
“I remember everything.” He heard the rasp in his tone.
Her bottom lip trembled, and for a brief heartbreaking minute, he thought she was going to start crying. But as her lower lids pooled with liquid emotion, she shut them tightly and once again shook her head, like she was internally reprimanding herself.
This time she didn’t open them with determination, she just turned. Her voice quivered as she called out, “See you tonight.”
“See you tonight,” he parroted.
It was driving him crazy that he wasn’t sure what was going on with her. Why she was having such odd reactions to things. But he was sure that he was going to see her tonight and it wouldn’t be with his brother, and for now, that was enough.