“Really.”

“Really. I’ll tell you everything the vet tells me. Dad and I will say what we think if you want it and not if you don’t. But you say when.”

Lia nodded, and I watched her face do something complicated, and I assumed at the time that it was about the dog.

Then she said, “Can I ask you something else?”

“Yes.”

“Not tonight.” She picked up a glass and filled it and stood there with her back to me. “Soon, though.”