I draw her up against my side, her small frame tiny against mine, and tap her chin to encourage her to look up toward the sky, too. “There she is,” I say, boisterous enough for her to hold her belly and continue to laugh. “Hold on, hold, gotta think about the right wish. Maybe somethin’ about my car forgetting about her defilement? Nah, she’ll have to learn about the birds and bees at some point.”
