He picked her for kickball when the other captains rolled their eyes.
In fourth grade, he crouched in front of her and made a promise I never forgot.
They teased her until she cried.
“Rosie, when we’re older, I’m taking you to prom. That’s a promise.”
Rosie clapped her hands and beamed at him.
“You heard him,” she said to me, breathless. “Ben said it.”
I nodded, my chest warm with something I could not yet name.
***
The years folded into each other the way happy years do.
Ben rode his bike to our house nearly every afternoon.
“Rosie, when we’re older, I’m taking you to prom.”
My mother tolerated him.
My father barely looked up from his newspaper when he came in.
But Rosie waited by the window for the sound of his tires.
***
By the time I was seventeen, I had started imagining a future with Ben.
Never out loud.
