As if she has read our minds, her voice is breathy when she says, “I guess we should do the whole garter belt ceremony. Which one of you is going to take it off?” She’s teasing. We know she’d insist on it being all three of us. At least, she would if I hadn’t already stolen it. I take the garter belt out of my pocket with an apologetic wince, dangling it between the four of us. Three mouths drop open simultaneously. “Gabe!”
