“Okay. I’m going to be selfish,” she blurts. She shakes her fingers loose from my grip, only to fist my shirt and haul me in. “Yeah?” “Stay with us.” The plea in her tone is still too heavy with conflict for my liking. “That’s my plan. Indefinitely.” I’ll repeat it until we’re old and gray if necessary. “Really?” “What is it you think I need to be satisfied, Pep?” “If I knew the answer, you wouldn’t be asking it.”
