“Viola?”
“Yes.”
“When I grow up, will I live with you?”
Viola watched the orange sun dropping low, nudging the horizon. “If you want. But you won't want to.”
“Yes I will！”
“You'll want a domain of your own.”
“But we can be neighbors.”
“Maybe.”
“You won't live far.”
“What If you get sick of me?”
She jabbed her side with her elbow.“I wouldn't！”
Viola grinned to herself.“All right, fine.”
“You'll be close by.”
“yes.”
“Until we're old.”
“Very old.”
“Far always.”
“Yes, for always.”
From the front of the wagon, She turned to look at her.“Do you promise, Viola?”
“Foralways and always.”