She looked around at my question as if expecting to find someone else hiding behind me.
“I’ll show you, but you can’t tell daddy.”
“Oh, really! And why is that?”
“It makes him nervous.” I raised my brow at that. If her daddy is the big tattooed guy who looks like he gnawed on granite instead of a pacifier as a kid, then I don’t see much of anything making him nervous.
And then her words registered, and I felt a dip in my gut. Here we go, this is where she’s going to burst my bubble, because what could she possibly be doing that would make her dad nervous and who with? I felt a deep sense of disappointment and betrayal and recognized it for what it was.