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holding her phone to her ear.
What’s going on there?
I ask.
It’s Holden,
Lyric says.
He called her on our ride over
but Ki was driving criminally fast
to get me here on time
so she couldn’t answer.
Looks like
both of our New Year’s
are looking up.
I grin at Lyric
and then go in
for one more kiss.
This time she lets go of her walker
and wraps both arms
around my neck
so that we are
holding one another
sturdy.
When we come up for air
most of the rink has cleared out
except for a handful of committed others.
A Norah Jones
track starts to play
and it’s one of my favorites.
You ready to take a spin
with me?
I ask, hand outstretched to Lyric.
