He wanted it perfect, close to perfect anyway. Selange was so much better at these things. He cocked a brow in the mirror to see the boy’s petulant face. Allie was jumping on the bed, a miniature of Selange with all that hair. “Go put on a suit, comb your hair and I’ll take you.” Sal whooped in excitement then he dashed out the bedroom shrieking, “Yippee, I’m going with dad!” Alfonzo chortled, turned from the mirror and playfully snatched his daughter off the bed right before her umpteenth jump and lifted her high above his head. He swirled her around until she became dizzy then brought the small face close to his mouth, kissed it and said, “You sweetness are staying with Anita, I can’t have you terrorizing everyone in the office they’ll quit.” She smiled, “Do it again daddy.” A one track mind is what the girl had, He swirled her around several times until Anita caught him. “Okay…Allie…Alfonzo no mas!” “Anita muy loco.” Alfonzo teased circling his finger near his head and pointing to the woman in the doorway.
