Can we make a pact? The three of us? Right now?
What's a pact?
A promise.
He's silent, hasn't spoken yet. He's watching her.
I explain to my daughter and husband what I want.
I search their eyes. It's there. They want it too.
Hands go to center of bed. His upon mine, hers upon his.
We promise.
She lifts her hand into the air and smiles big. Go pact! she says.
