“It doesn’t matter.”
She considers this and then lets her cheek drop against my chest.
Danny comes and stands on the other side of me. He places his hand on my back as well and stares out the window with us. I can feel the placement of their fingers. They are each resting on their lines. Their individual places in the ink.
We all look out. Forward. Ahead.
It’s silent for a long, long moment. Which is nice. Because I have a feeling it won’t be this way again for quite some time.
Finally, Danny breaks the quiet, asking me, “What are you thinking about?”
I let the question linger just enough to contemplate the many answers I could give, and then, before I let myself drift too deep into thought, I tell them both…
“What happens next.”