“Let me ask you this,” Agnes says, serious. “When you’re ninety and in a rocking chair, who will rock next to you?” “You.” I wink. She rolls her eyes. “I’ll be in bed with a stud,” she says. “Close your eyes. Imagine that person. The one who will make you laugh and listen to your stories.” I don’t need to voice my answer. “Chad is your once-in-a-lifetime person,” Agnes says with understanding. “You love him. Don’t think for a minute I think it’s wrong.”
