I try to cheer up. "I remember lots of things," I say. "Remember that time we went to Happy Hollow and wandered into one of the little crooked houses and made out while listening for little kids running around? That was funny."
Pumpkin glares at me. "THAT WASN'T ME."
"I'VE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO HAPPY HOLLOW!"
"WHAT HOW CAN YOU NEVER HAVE BEEN TO HAPPY HOLLOW?? EVERYONE'S BEEN TO HAPPY HOLLOW??" Really. It's like a San Jose childhood landmark. It'd be like a kid in Anaheim who has never been to Disneyland.
"Well, I haven't."
"You must have done that with ANOTHER boyfriend."
Pumpkin pouts for a minute and then goes to sleep, with him already laughing at me for editing him into my earlier memories. I was still ready to swear we'd gone on the date to Happy Hollow, so I looked it up, and it turns out that yes, it was with a different boyfriend.
Ooops. My bad.