“But four years is so long.”
“How many days until Rio?” she asked.
“Two hundred and eight.”
“How many were there when you started, say back that night Coach Keller talked to you and Calloway at your parents’?”
“I don’t know,” I told her.
“Yes, you do,” Cal insisted.
“It was 1,564.”
“I knew you’d know.”
“I can’t do it random…not all the way back. That would make me Rain Man.”
“I was just making a point,” Caryn said, “about how fast thirteen hundred days or more can go by, and sometimes, no matter how many do, two people never fall out of love.”
It didn’t seem like she was only talking about her and Cal anymore.
“Now you ready for night-night, little buddy?” Cal kissed me on top of my head. “After the ball drops and we do what we did maybe one more time?”
I crossed my arms across
