“Now you have to dance,” Sophia announced. “Section six. I added it this morning. It’s mandatory.”
Cloe looked at Mac.
“There’s a section six,” she said.
“There’s always a section six,” Mac said. “Apparently.”
Sophia held up the binder as proof, flipping to a page that did, in fact, say FIRST DANCE in careful capital letters, underlined twice. Dave stood beside her with his phone already in his hand, scrolling.
“I have a playlist,” Dave said. “I asked Ada what song you’d want and she said something slow and she cried while telling me, so I think it’s the right one.”
“You made a playlist,” Cloe said.
“It has three options,” Dave said. “In order of preference.”
Mac looked at Cloe with the specific expression of a man who had stopped being surprised by anything their children did and
