“Sure,” I say.
“I sure would like to be an aunt,” June says.
“You’ll be a good one.”
“I want to be an aunt like Uncle Ben is an uncle. Funny and silly.”
“He’s a great example.”
June gets serious. “You think I’ll be a goodparent? I don’t think we had good examples for that.”
Her question strikes right at my heart. I reach out and tweak her ponytail. “They just taught us what not to do. Now we’ll be perfect at it.”
She laughs and ducks away from me. “No, I will be perfect. You’ll just be my stinky big brother!”
June takes off running for the car, and despite my own exhaustion, I speed after her. I miss her. Maybewe can take her back with us for a while. It’s summer.
Except Corabelle is in school. And I work. Damn.
I’ll just have to take this moment and hold on.