“Well. You were honest with me last night, coming clean about the existence of mythical creatures such as yourself, so the very least I can do is do the same for you. It’s not for naught that a family just up and moves from Chicago to a place like Rapid Falls. There’s history there,” she said. “I’m just letting you know up front.”
I reached across the table—what the hell else was I supposed to do? Her hand just idly lay there—and wrapped my hands around hers and squeezed.
“Listen,” I said. “I see you. There’s depth to you that would give deep sea trenches a run for their money. Whatever’s there, you don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready. I’m here and I’m not going to be fazed. That’s a Caufield guarantee.”
She didn’t immediately reply. Just put her other hand on top of mine and sque
