Wednesday, May 18, 2011

You're Not Supposed to Tell Me...

"Victor," I called.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Where are you?"

"In the bedroom."

"What are you doing?"

"Hiding from you."

"Okay."  A pause.  "Do you want me to come and find you?"  No answer.  He's getting better.  "I take that as a yes," I said as I climbed the stairs...