Last words

The girls (especially Natasha) are always trying to stretch out bedtime (as in, the amount of time it takes for me to leave).

Tonight I was leaning over the head of Natasha’s bed, while she tried to think of something to say. My face was less than a foot from hers, and she started studying me then said, “I like… your face.” She had her tender look just then, and it was really quite sweet.