Cary was smiling at her. “I’ll get you home, Cinderella.”
“I feel more like Rip Van Winkle.”
“I like this neighborhood,” Cary said idly.
“I like Mikey’s house,” she said. “I still can’t believe he left New York for Omaha.”
“It’s a more comprehensible place to raise a family, especially if you had a happy childhood here.”
Shiloh thought of Mikey’s family and the little house he grew up in... His old neighborhood wasn’t as nice as his new one, but it was a step up from Cary and Shiloh’s. His parents still lived there. They were still together.
“I’d like to go to one of his art shows,” she said. “Maybe he’ll have a show here.”
“Or maybe you could go to New York City or Chicago...”
“Or Munich?” That was the last place Mikey had had an exhibit.
“Or Munich,” Cary said, smiling.
“I’m glad you guys called me,” she said. “That felt like time travel.”
“We’ll do it again. I’ll be back to see my mom.”
She rolled her head toward him. “Are you gonna call me when you come back?”
He glanced at her like she was being weird. “Yeah. Don’t you want me to?”
“Yes, I want you to.” She poked his arm. “I don’t want to go another fourteen years without talking to you.”
He was already pulling into her driveway. “I don’t want that either.”
Cary turned off the car. They were both looking at their laps.
“When do you leave?” she asked.
“Day after tomorrow.”
Shiloh hummed.
“I might not see you again before I go,” he said.
She looked up a little. “Do you want to come in for a while?”
“No. You better get to sleep. I’m tired, too.”
“Yeah.” She squeezed his arm and opened her door.
“I’ll walk you up,” Cary said abruptly, getting out of the car.
He followed her up the steps and reached ahead of her to hold the porch door open.
They stopped on the porch. They could hear the TV. Shiloh’s mom was probably in the living room—she didn’t have cable in her room.
Shiloh looked up at Cary.
“Thank you,” he said, “for everything.”
She nodded. “I meant what I said—I don’t want to go another fourteen years without talking to you.”
