Lexi couldn’t help laughing. “That would be cool.”
“Daddy says chipmunks aren’t pets, but I think they could be,” Grace added, laughing. She immediately covered her mouth.
Lexi gently pulled Grace’s hand away from her mouth. “Don’t ever be afraid to laugh, Gracie.”
Grace looked up at Lexi through hopeful eyes.
Lexi knew she would always remember this moment, and if she were lucky, and she didn’t do anything to screw it up, maybe Grace would remember it, too.
She took the sapphire ring off her finger and offered it to Grace. “I’d like you to have this, Grace.”
“It’s a grownup ring.”
“Maybe your dad can put it on a chain so you can wear it as a necklace until it fits you.”
“It’s really pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you are, Princess.”
“That’s what my daddy calls me. Why are you giving me this? It’s not my birthday.”
Lexi swallowed hard. “I need to leave, Grace. I thought. It doesn’t matter what I thought. I was wrong to come here. I’m not ready.”
“Ready for what?”
Lexi couldn’t say it out loud. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, though. That’s what I want you to remember. And I’ll write every week and call as much as I can. Okay?”
Grace’s lower lip trembled. “I was mean to you.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Lexi said. “I shouldn’t have come here. I just … keep hurting the Farradays … and I … Can I have a hug?”
Grace scrambled over Lexi’s lap and gave her a huge hug.
Lexi clung to her daughter, trying to physically imprint the memory of this embrace on both of them. “I love you, Grace,” she whispered into her ear. “Don’t you forget that, okay?” She heard Grace’s little hiccup, and the sound pushed Lexi over the edge. She felt the start of tears, and this time there was no holding them back.
“Don’t cry, Mommy.”
Lexi wiped her eyes and pulled back just enough so that she was face-to-face with Grace. “Crying is a good thing sometimes. I’ve waited a long time for those tears. You can send me your school drawings, and I’ll put them on my fridge.” Lexi leaned closer and kissed her daughter’s plump little mouth. “And I’ll learn to make cupcakes.”
“Okay,” Grace said. She looked sad and confused and uncertain.
Lexi didn’t know how to mend those emotions without making promises she couldn’t keep. Some endings simply couldn’t be what you dreamed. All she could do was make memories now, say good-bye, and hope for a better future. She’d save her money as fast as she could and come back to claim a life with her daughter.
She kissed Grace one last time and uncoiled herself from her daughter; then she got off the bed and stood there, looking down.
Grace was furiously whispering at her wrist mirror and trying not to cry.
“Don’t cry, Gracie. It’ll be okay,” Lexi said, stroking her hair.
“That’s what she says.”
Lexi actually managed to smile at that. “You’re lucky to have such a good friend, but I’ll make you a deal: if you make friends with someone in your class, really make friends, I’ll send some cupcakes in September for the first-grade party.”
Grace wiped her eyes and looked up at Lexi. “How?”
“How what?”
“How do I make a friend? No one likes me.”
Lexi sat down again. “Well, you can’t keep punching boys and lying. If you want to make friends, you have to do friendly things. Who is the nicest girl in your class?”
“Samantha. But she never talks to me.”
“Okay. Tomorrow, you just go up to Samantha and say something nice to her. And you don’t cheat or lie one time. Tell her you like playing with her.”
“What if I don’t?”