“A dance you go to when you’re almost grown up.”
Noah held out his pinkie.
“Promise?”
I hooked mine around his.
“Promise.”
I forgot about it almost immediately.
Noah didn’t.
Over the next twelve years, our friendship survived different classes, changing interests, awkward teenage years, and everything else growing up threw at us. JoinSocial Clubs
Noah loved baseball statistics.
I loved art.
He dragged me through endless conversations about pitchers.
I dragged him through museums.
Neither of us converted the other.
When my parents divorced when I was twelve, everything changed.
Dad moved out.
Mom cried when she thought I wasn’t watching. StartBaby Registry
I stopped eating much at school and became quieter.
Noah noticed.
He never demanded an explanation.
