“That’s where you’re wrong. I do need to tell you.” Grandmama was silent, but I could feel her eyes on us. “Three things. First, I swear I won’t drink.” He exhaled. “Second, I swear I’ll never raise my hand to you in anger.” Grandmama cursed under her breath. “Better not or else I’ll pump you full of buckshot.” I grinned, but Hendrix’s serious face didn’t waver. “And third, I swear I’ll never leave you.” He kissed my nose. “Not even if my life depends on it.”
