Her look reminds me of a look I get from Emily from time to time, a look of laughter, of disbelief.
It reminds me of a mental game I play when I get the look, a game we've played.
"You look so pretty, Emily."
"Thanks, hon. Do you think he'll like it."
I gulp.
"But I thought we were going to..."
"Of course you did, sweetie, of course you did...well, will he like it?"
"Yes, yes, of course he will, of course."
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