Becky pouts as I tell her about dinner at the Carters’ house the following Monday. “Yeah but I got to meet his little sister so I think I win,” I grin. She maintains her pout and I grin and squeeze her hand. “I want you to meet him too. He’s dying to meet you.” It’s true and Becky knows how important Bear is to me. I think she’s intrigued by all the things I’ve told her about him. I love Becky’s curious mind and I know he’ll love her because you can’t not love the wonderful powerpuff girl that she is. “Awesome sauce,” she squeaks with a smile but then her face turns more serious. “How’s it working out, being friends with him?” “Good, I think,” I smile. “There are occasional weird moments and I want to cause him bodily harm far more often than can be normal but it’s working for us.” “Bodily harm?” She looks slightly startled.
