For the first time in her life, she wasn't invisible.
"Here," she said. "You earned it."
I took the cup, our fingers brushing slightly.
"For the record," she added. "I think that was the best prom date choice anyone's made all year."
"Thanks," I said, and meant it.
"Here," she said.
"You earned it."
She looked across the room at Gran, who was laughing with two teachers near the dessert table. She was glowing in a way I hadn't seen before. Not like she was trying to belong.
Like she already did.
"My mom's going to love this story," Sasha said. "She's definitely going to cry. Just a heads-up."
"I cried," I admitted. "I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for her."
Like she already did.
"So did I," she replied. "And that was before the slow song even started."
She bumped my arm gently with her shoulder.
"You know," she said. "I really like your gran."
"I know," I agreed. "She likes you, too."
She bumped my arm gently with her shoulder.
Sasha smiled again.
The following Monday, Gran found a folded note taped to her locker in the staff room.
"Thank you for everything.
We're sorry, Grandma Doris.
— Room 2B."
She kept it in her cardigan pocket all week.
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