“Count me in.” He brightens exponentially. “Do you promise?” Does he brighten just a little too much? There’s something suspicious about his reaction. I scan his face for clues. The glint in his eye reminds me of a little boy who knows something he shouldn’t. “You want me to promise?” “Yeah.” He nods solemnly, grumbling as he shifts in the bed. “I know I’m a lot to handle sometimes. People get tired of me. Then they stop showing up.”
