in front of me, and her cool hand felt
my forehead. Nope. No fever. That’s
good, anyway. So …
Her look was apologetic,
like she should have asked sooner.
How was your day? See some great
talent? Any randomness?
I sipped the rich chocolate.
“There were a couple of pretty
good singers. Lots of not-good singers.
Randomness? Some.”
NIKKI’S ADVICE
Was typical Nikki.
Maybe you should just
let it go. You’re not sure,
anyway, right?
I had to admit I wasn’t
sure. And also, “Not being
sure about him means
not being sure about me.”
She sidled up behind me,
slid her arms around
my neck. Doesn’t matter.
I’m sure about you.
That kind of trite remark
always irritates me. “Easy
for you to say. You know
who your parents are.”
Her arms fell away, and
I expected an angry retort,