I don’t think Scarlett and I will have a traditional goodbye. Not when she’s still holding on to hope that she’s going to see me tomorrow. I’ll have to find another way to say everything I have to say to my favorite person. “I’m ready,” I say. Scarlett carries the laptop into the living room, where Mom and Dad are on the couch rewatching It’s a Wonderful Life with their fans blowing. Scarlett grabs the remote and turns off the TV.
