MET AGAIN

Micheal

One Week Later

“Dad, come on. Why are you so slow?” Regina complains as she tugs me along.

“You do realize that I’m old compared to you, Regina? I can’t move as fast.”

“You’re spritely compared to me. Just slow down. We’ll get there eventually.” I manage to get her to walk normally so I can keep up with her. “Now, would you drop dragging me around? You’re a teenager, not a toddler. Do you want me to buy reins for you?”

Regina sticks her tongue out at me.

“You couldn’t put those on me if you tried.”

“I couldn’t when you were a toddler, either,” I mutter. Aloud: “Where are we going, anyway? You wouldn’t tell me.”

“You know I’ve been wanting some new books to read?”

“I recall you saying something like that this morning.”

“Dad! I’ve been asking for new books for weeks now!” Regina rolls her eyes. “God, you are getting old if you can’t remember that.”

Now I’m confused. I like to think that my memory is pretty good, and I would remember something like that. Regina likes to read but