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Lenny

I love that one! Ask her who her favorite is—Anna or Elsa?

She says Olaf.

Lenny

"I don't even know a Samantha!"

What the hell are you talking about, O'Reilly?

Lenny

Just say it to Vienna.

…

She cracked up.

Lenny

I knew I liked her. Ask which song is her favorite.

Would you like me to just give her my phone?

Lenny

That would actually make this much easier. Thanks.

A warmth washes through me.

Talking to Lenny like we used to is better than I thought it would be—but she was never around after Vienna was born. So this… this part is new.

Vienna shifts beside me, sinking further into the couch, her purple fuzzy blanket slipping slightly off the ankle she has tucked beside her hip.

Very funny. Do you just like this movie because it's freezing? You know there are no otters in the Enchanted Forest.

It takes her longer than usual to answer.

The three dots don't appear right away, and my mind starts spinning before they finally flash.

Lenny

I thought you said you weren't paying attention.

I laugh out loud, staring at my phone screen, when suddenly, the movie goes silent. I look up to see the goofy blonde guy standing on a rock, surrounded by a few dozen reindeer.

My gaze swings toward Vienna to find her looking at me, holding the remote, her finger still hovering over the pause button.

"What?" I sign.

"Who is that?"

I hesitate. "A friend."

She rolls her eyes. "A girl?"

I stare at her, eyes narrowing. "Maybe."