mattered far less to me than the fact that he cheated at dinosaur trivia and laughed at my terrible drawings.
One afternoon, another boy in class told Noah that nobody would ever marry him.
I still remember Noah’s face falling.
“Somebody will love him,” I snapped.
The boy laughed.
“Then you marry him.”
Later, Noah found me alone.
“Chrissy… would you love me?”
At six, I had no idea what kind of question that really was.
“Maybe.”
His face brightened.
Then I remembered hearing my older cousin talk about prom.
