“There’s no need for us to pretend to be other people any more, ever again, is there, Liza?” Annie said softly.
My eyes stung suddenly, and Annie touched the bottom lids with her finger, asking, “Why tears?”
I kissed her finger. “Because I’m happy,” I said. “Because your saying that right now makes me happier than almost anything else could. No—there’s no need to pretend.”
“As long as we remember that,” Annie said, “I think we’ll be okay.”