Nora stays quiet as I start. After the sugar and butter are blended, I add the vanilla and milk. I carefully add two drops of green food coloring and Nora claps her hands as I mix it in the silver bowl.
After a minute or two of quiet, Nora stands up and walks over to me. She unwraps the cake and throws the Saran Wrap into the trash. I dip the spoon into the icing and spread it across the vanilla cake.
âAw. Look at you. Decorating the cake all by yourself. Youâve come a long way, young grasshopper.â
I laugh at Noraâs banter and she nudges me with her shoulder.
She looks at Lila. âWho does she belong to? I didnât think to ask.â
âSheâs my friend Poseyâs sister. Posey had to work this morning, so I offered to watch her. Sheâll be here in an hour or so to get her.â
Nora looks at me in that way that she does and I feel like sheâs reading every thought of mine. My pulse quickens.
âYouâre something else, Landon Gibson,â she tells me for the second time in two days.
I flush under her compliment and I donât even care if she notices.
âYouâre good with her.â I point the green-icing-covered spoon toward Lila.
âMe? Good with kids?â she says with genuine surprise.
âYes,â I tell her, and press the tip of my index finger into her nose the way she pressed mine yesterday.
âHey, you stole that from me!â She turns her shoulders so sheâs facing me, only inches away from my face.
I rub the spoon over the top of the cake, making sure to get the corners. âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
I look up at the ceiling, then back at the cake.
Nora nudges me again. âLiar.â
âIâm a liar and you keep secrets. Weâre the sameââ
The words are out before I can stop them, and I hate the way her face immediately changes from carefree to guarded.
âThatâs not the same. Secrets and lies arenât the same,â Nora defends herself.
I turn to her and drop the spoon onto the edge of the pan. âI didnât mean it like that. Iâm sorry.â
Nora doesnât look at me, but I can see her guard lowering with each breath. Finally, she speaks. âPromise me something?â
âAnything.â
âYou wonât try to fix me.â
âI . . .â I hesitate.
âPromise me.â She holds her ground. âPromise me that and Iâll promise not to tell lies.â
I look at her. âBut youâll keep secrets?â I ask her, already knowing the answer.
âNo lies.â
I sigh in defeat. I donât want her to keep secrets.
âIs this my only option?â I ask. Again, already knowing the answer.
She nods.
I contemplate her offer for a few seconds. If this is the only way sheâll let me get closer, itâs all