One time, the summer before middle school, Evie and I were in my yard long past bedtime, sneaking into a purloined bag of foamy marshmallows and giggling wonderful silent giggles so no one would hear.
Dusty and Mr Verver were back there and they had the radio perched on the windowsill and Mr Verver heard an old song he liked and he started singing to it, and it was that kind of singing where you pretend to be making fun of yourself, but you're really loving it. His voice was always like that. Like he just might start laughing at any minute.
When the chorus came - 'You don't have to say you love me, just be close at hand' - Dusty started singing too, and her voice was so delicate, like tinkly bells, but she gave it everything and they were having so much fun, stumbling over the words, and we started to know the chorus too, we heard it so many times.