“And then what?” “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it beyond that.” “That’s so … practical.” “Is it? It feels ridiculous to me.” “It’s not. It’s not ridiculous.” He’s trying for a serious expression, but the earnest, determined fire in his eyes makes him look younger, almost sweet. “Besides, dreams don’t always have to be practical. That’s why they’re dreams. And now ours live and die together.” “Together.” It’s such a foreign concept. He grins at her. “It’s you and me against the world, Margaret.” She doesn’t like the way that pronouncement makes her chest ache.
