Then his whole face lit up.
« I’m only eighty-nine, » he laughed, straightening his shoulders. « Give me a little more time. You never know. »
He studied me for a long second.
We both laughed.
For a moment the hollow feeling in my chest lifted.
Nothing in that moment hinted that he’d already made a decision that would change both our lives.
« You should laugh more often, » he said. « It suits you better than that other face you wear. »
I frowned.
« What other face? »
He’d already made a decision that would change both our lives.
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