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It bathes the Common in a soft orange glow, and Hannah lays her head on my shoulder, my arm wrapped snugly around her as we fall silent for the first time in hours, watching Boston wake up to greet a new day.
It is the most perfect moment of my life, and it feels a whole lot like the start of forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
HANNAH
Jo
SOS there’s a mom situation.
Hallie
Ugh times a million. What did she do now?
Jo
She’s making me care about napkins.
Hallie
Napkins for the wedding?
Jo
Yep. Do you know how many different shades of off-white there are?
Me
You will be shocked toknow that I don’t.
Jo
Well, let me tell you exactly how many there are. Too fucking many, and they’re all stupidly ugly. I’ve told her one million times that I don’t want boring, ugly white napkins, no matter how “classy” they are.
Me
Didn’t you and Pam pick napkins already? I swear I remember something about purple.
Jo
We sure did. Mom said, and I quote, “I thought you were kidding with the purple napkins.”
Me
The wedding is in two weeks. Why would she think you hadn’t chosen napkins?
Jo
Ours is not to reason why, Hans. Ours is to tell mom to stop having so many fucking opinions.
Hallie
Let me handle it. I’ll give her a job to distract her. I think maybe the twins just grew out of all their clothes and they need an entirely new wardrobe.
Me
Wait, did they really? I just bought them the cutest bathing suits on the planet that I was about to mail you. Should I exchange them for bigger sizes?
