Chapter 30

My lover laughs and kisses the back of my hand. “Good thing for me,” he replies.

“Was that when Ray pitched your shoe out the window?” Caitlin asks. When Dan looks at her, confused, she explains, “It’s sort of a running joke at Aunt Evie’s. You’ll see. Everyone likes to throw their shoes at Ray because—”

“I’ll tell him,” I say, pushing Caitlin into the back seat to quiet her. “I was there. You weren’t even born yet.”

“I knowthe story,” she assures me. “It was somewhere along here, right? Before Harrisburg.”

Now Dan’s interest is piqued and it’s not even all that great of a tale. “I was just five years old,” I tell him, and he grins to picture it, me a toddler. “We were goofing off in the back seat and Ray tied my shoelaces together. Double knots, I couldn’t get them undone. So I kicked them off and threw them at him. Like an idiot, he pitched them out the window.”

“Why?” Dan wants to know.