“So, how was your meeting?”
“Oh, good.”
“What was it for anyway?”
“Oh, nothing really.”
“No, tell me.”
“Only if you don’t tell mom and dad.”
“Now you’re worrying me.”
“No, just promise not to tell them.”
“Fine, okay.”
“Okay.”
“Well?”
“Uh, it was for an acting class this fall.”
“Summer, really?”
Summer wanted Eternal Spring or nothing.