I don’t need something formal. Do you?” I considered, then shook my head. “Nah. And after the election, my dad will probably be so focused on other things it won’t matter. Then we’ll graduate and…” I blew out a long breath, because I didn’t know what happened after that, and I was carefully warding against looking too far into the future. I wanted Chet Pynchon, and I was with him right now. Everything else would get sorted as we went.
