“You know what happens if you break a pinky promise, right?” “I, uh, can’t say that I do.” “If you break the promise, I break your finger,” she said, pausing while waiting for me to react. We’d just had numerous bones broken. Not that I planned on breaching her trust, but a single finger was nothing in comparison. “Off,” she added. “Come again?” “I break it off. And I’ll keep it too.”
