sigh as I hook her pinkie. It’s the most childish thing ever, but it also feels like a serious covenant coming from someone like Corinne, who took a book out in kindergarten when other kids started pulling ponytails and only looked up a few weeks ago when it dawned on her that she was, perhaps, a bit intense. “This is ridiculous,” I say. “No, it’s not. Pinkie swears are philosophically no different than most G8 resolutions.”
