“All kinds of fabulous.”
“I think that’s a little advanced for her skill level.”
“The bloody future’s looking bright, except for me, because I have to go two whole weeks and two days without c—”
“Wait.” Erika took Tom Alan’s arm. “What do you mean you’re not staying?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“You have to stay.”
“We’ll see. Come on.” Tom Alan zipped his bag. “Everyone ready?”
“Everyone?” Milo asked.
“We’re all seeing you off,” Billy said. “Aren’t we, baby girl? Dada? Dada?”
“That’s bollocks. I can get there by myself. Otherwise, everyone’s gotta double back to get to Irina Mischen’s.”
“It’s not a problem,” Erika said. “It’s five minutes out of our way. Mrs. Wahl is picking up Etsuko there. And…we love you, idiot.”
Milo softened. “I love you, too. All of you.” He took Tom Alan’s hand. “Especially you.” He kissed the palm and ran the sole of his bare foot over the top of Tom Alan’s. “You took your shoes and socks back off for me.”