Bobbi (my niece-guniea pig) is helping me write..
'After you two decorate the tree she says, "You should come back, when you're done. If you're not too tired."
"It might be late," you say, melancholy; trepidative.
"That's fine. I want you to be there with me to see how our masterpiece looks lit up."
How does my heart look lit up right now.
"Promise you'll wait for me? You won't turn it on?" You turn back, and a smile escapes.
"Promise. I'll have tea on the stove." Nina's smile confirms she will most certainly wait.
"Have a good evening, Nina." You're out.
Her blush is lively and deadly.'












