“What is this crap anyway?” Isak asks and turns the flashlight so he can read the label. Then he bursts out laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s non-alcoholic.”
“No!” I giggle. “No wonder it’s terrible.”
“No wonder.” He rattles the box of sparklers. “Another?”
“Yes, please.”
“After this, we should head down, though.”
I nod. “Sure.” The sparkler fires up and he hands it to me. “Tell me about your resolutions,” I say.
“I’m like you. I don’t do them either. But okay, for your sake, I’ll do it. I promise to not start smoking this year either.” He draws a cross over his heart in a very solemn manner, and another giggle escapes me.
“That’s not how it works.”
“No?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to promise to better yourself in some way. Not just continue something you’re already doing
