who dumped me in nursing school.”
She almost smiled.
“There was no Kevin,” she said. “I made him up. He was a very convincing jerk.”
We stayed on that porch swing in silence, allowing the laughter coming from inside to fill the space between us.
Laughter drifted from inside. Mike was recounting the Mission Hills client with the six-foot dog.
“Do you think they’ll be okay?” Dana asked.
I listened to Luke laugh, followed by Ben. Their laughter was nearly identical.
“I think they’ve always been okay,” I said. “I
