I can only hope it will last this time.

But the truth is… you never know. Everyone has the secrets…

Soliel: Oh hey, Provence. I was starting to think we weren’t going to run into you today.

Provence: Sorry, I’ve been on toddler duty all day. 

Halloween: You’re alone now. Does that mean that you’ve been relieved of your duties?

Provence: Yeah, Clover has her for now.

Halloween: Good, then dance with me.

Provence: I think I’ll pass. 

Halloween: I’m not going to take no for an answer.

Provence: Ugh. Fine. But just one. And hands stay above the hips.

Halloween: Gross. Like I would try anything anyways, Prov. 

[they head to the dance floor]

Halloween: This isn’t so bad, is it?

Provence: I guess not… for dancing with a dweeb.

Halloween: Hey, this dweeb is your best friend, remember?

Provence: Don’t remind me.

Halloween: But really… how are you doing? I know that this can’t be easy for you.

Provence: …I’m “not supposed to know” anything, remember? But it’s hard… pretending to be okay with it. To know what happened… and act like I’m not wishing that it was my dad walking down the aisle instead. How am I supposed to be okay with all of this?

Halloween: You don’t have to be.

Provence: …I wish that was true, Hal.