“Does this make me look weird?”
I could have told her she looked beautiful.
Instead, I asked, “Do you like your dress?”
She looked down at herself.
Then she turned once, making the skirt swing around her knees.
“Yeah.”
“Do you like your dress?”
“Then I like that answer.”
She smiled and climbed into the car.
Her little sister followed, leaving a frosting handprint on the door.
“I look sticky.”
I laughed.
“You definitely do.”
“Then I like that answer.”
After buckling her in, I walked around to the driver’s side.
My reflection waited in the dark car window.
For a second, Max’s voice returned.
“When was the last time you even looked at yourself in the mirror?”
So I looked.
For a second, Max’s voice returned.
