3 2005 |
"Sign this."
"I told you, I won't sign homework that's older than a day. You have to bring them to me the same day it's due."
She exhales forcefully, her tongue pulled against the back of her throat, to make a exasperated hissing noise.
"And tie your shoes."
"I can't, I have my gloves on, and I'm carrying..."
"I don't care, you have to tie your shoes. Go back inside if you have to."
Allie disappears back towards the house, and returns with shoes approximately tied.
The ride to school was mostly uneventful. Upon arriving, Allie reaches between the front seats and offers her hand.
"Shake my hand."
I grasp her hand, only to be met with a loud noise and a shocking vibrating sensation in my palm.
Last weekend, Allie traded $5 of amusement-park tickets for a joy buzzer. She had been waiting to pounce, the chance to use the buzzer on a completely unexpecting fool.
I was that fool today.