Realizing now that he wouldn’t listen, I stormed past him without even saying goodbye.
I went to pick Alice up from her tutoring session. She was barely buckled into the backseat before she started asking me questions.
“Everyone’s talking about a challenge,” she said. “Between Dad and Uncle Roman.”
“Kids shouldn’t talk about such things,” I said.
“But they are,” Alice said, kicking her legs. “I hope Daddy wins.”
“Alice,” I scolded lightly. “You shouldn’t be talking about fights.”
“But it’s Daddy –”
“No, honey. Any fighting is bad, okay? And I’m very upset with Julian and Roman for doing this. They should know better.”
Alice pouted a little. As she turned to look out the window, she muttered, “I hope Daddy wins.”
This time I didn’t correct her. I just pretended I couldn’t hear.
