Elizabeth: Found her. She was waiting on my front stoop.
Seconds later…
Rome: Thank God. Tell her I’m on my way.
I show her the text. Shaking her head, she asks, “Can I sleep here tonight?”
Elizabeth: She wants to spend the night with me.
Rome: No.
Elizabeth: Yes. I’ll bring her by in the morning. I need to pick up a few things from your house anyway.
Rome: Fine.
“You can stay.”
Standing, I hold my hand out for Ryann. When she takes it, I suggest, “Should we order pizza?”
“Ugh. No Italian.”
“Chinese? There’s a good place down the street.” Except, I remember her saying she hated fried rice.
“How ’bout tacos?”
“I think I can make that happen. We’ll have to walk, though.”
“Fine,” she grumps. “You need a car.”
“No way. Chicago has the best transit system in the entire world.”
“The entire world?” Sarcasm drips from this kid.
“Yep.”
“And you’ve lived a lot of other places? You know firsthand about this transit stuff?”
“I read.”
And that’s when I hear her laugh. The best part? It was the first of many.