ease my mind
“You said yes?”
“Yep.”
“So you’re moving in?”
“Yep.”
“Whizzer!”
“What?”
“He’s a jackass!”
“He’s not!” Cordelia crosses her arms at that. Whizzer gives her an imploring look and speaks: “he’s not, Dee. Really. He’s done jackass-y things, but he’s a good person.” Cordelia doesn’t look convinced. “C’mon, Delia! It’s fine!”
“If you say so, boysie.” She says, sounding like her mother.
“Don’t do that, please? I promise you it’s alright. It’s just for fun.”
“If you say so…” She’s still dubious. He leans his head on her lap from where they’re sitting on the floor, taking a break from packing up Whizzer’s stuff.
“It’s fine, Dee, I promise. It’s all fine.”
“Promise you’ll tell me if it isn’t?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” They link pinkies like they’ve been doing since they were five and six and say their prayer over it. It’s still a binding contract to them, even after all this time. It puts Cordelia’s mind at rest. Whizzer moves in with Marvin the next day.