“Clarence.” He looked down into her face, smiling up at him, and he tried counting the constellation of freckles on her nose. One. Two. Three. Four— “Shut up – you are lying!” He laughed, still just as shocked as the first time he’d heard it, and he knew he’d never get sick of the wild animation of her face. She gaped at him, her pretty mouth wide open, and he said, “Swear to God.”
