I wonder why I never took French. Well, I guess that’s because Italian seemed more relevant with my choice in hobbies. I start toward the stairs, not realizing that I’m literally floating. “Did you have fun?” Belle strolls out of the kitchen, a glove on one hand. Startled, my feet drop to the floor, “I thought you were with Dubs?” “Oh, honey, no,” she slowly pulls the glove off her hand. “It’s a game of cat and mouse. The more he chases, the more excited he gets, and the longer he’ll be after me. Besides, it’s primarily my job to keep him distracted long enough for you to take up all of Nick’s time.” Nodding that I understand, I point at her, “Smart.” “I know. Now, did you have fun?” “More importantly, did you get work done?”
