I turn to him and smile, unable to help myself. “I’m sure it will be. Where are you going once it’s ready?” I ask. Even doesn’t answer right away. He gazes at me, and for a second I worry he looks through me, but no, it’s almost as if he’s looking into me, perhaps wondering if he should risk the answer. He stutters as he starts to speak again. “Everywhere. Anywhere.” He takes a breath. “You have some smile, Sugar,” he says sweetly. “And your hair . . .” He reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly as he glides them through to the ends. The hint of a rosy glow rises to his cheeks.
