He remembered his daughter when she was young staring at him wondering, out loud, how he could just sit there, so still, staring at a book and not getting bored.
His son’s bright face as he let out another even louder laugh that started as a blast and turned into a helplessly charming bubbling giggle.
On Mondays, everyone’s tired from the weekend, on Friday they’re fed up from work. Wednesday is hump day and Thursday is mini-Friday so I guess the only work people do, or at least the only good work people do is, on Tuesday.
“Don’t you mean Ice Queen? Cold Hearted Bitch? White Walker? Isn’t that how you and your friends refer to me when you think I’m not listening?”
The soft voice caused the boy to look up sharply. He’d been so lost thinking about nothing, that he might as well have been asleep.
For a long minute they stared at each other. She had dark hair and dark eyes and frowned in a way that brought back memories of a long since ex-girlfriend.
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