“Hey, Lis,” he said. He’d crouched down beside me for a while, and then pulled me up. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, you know. When you were younger.” “It’s okay,” I said, too fast. “I’ll love you until the cows come home,” he said. “Hey, Lis,” he said one day as we passed in the hallway. “Do you want to change your name?”
