“Oh… I—um.” Frantically looking at Darby, I plead for help with my eyes. She only shrugs, like she has no idea how to respond either. “Because I think he’d be a good one,” Lou continues. My mouth clamps shut, mind reeling. “Really?” “Yeah.” Lou nods nonchalantly, settling back on her towel and reopening her book. “If you married Everett, I think that would be cool.”
