My family all stares at me when I walk back inside the house. They're sitting around watching old movies, and my sister leaps up and pulls my arm. “Alice," she hisses, dragging me into my bedroom. “You tell me everything this instant."
I flop down on the bed and tell her all of it, how Tim opened up to me about his mother and that kiss we shared on the bench. “Amy, it was...I've just never been kissed like that before."
She throws open my closet and puts her hands on her hips. “We have to go buy you something to wear for next weekend, or you won't get kissed like that again."
“Shut up, jerk," I say. But she's right. I've spent the last years waitressing, cooking, or playing with my nephews. I haven't bought a new dress in ages. Tim is always so put together, dressed in killer suits.
