“Stupid dinosaur,” I grumbled to the microwave.
He blew his light mood out in a sigh. “I was thinking about it, and…I guess not.”
I let out a surprised sound. “Seriously?”
“Veronica,” he snarled back.
I fought the urge to puke at her creepy pet name,
Sure enough, it was there, right between a two day old Whopper and wilted Wendy’s salad. I put it in the microwave and punched in some time.
I chuckled. “Our eyes are the exact same color. That’s freaky.”
I let out a surprised sound. “Seriously?”
“You have me,” I whined.
“I’m only thirty-six, Ronnie, I suck at golf, and I hate fish.”
“I’m sorry, do you hear that? I think I hear a crying plea for help. Maybe an old lady is in need of assistance and would like me to help her cross the street,” I said sarcastically, making my escape.
“Actually, no. This would be our first time. But, in theory, it doesn’t exactly matter, since your dad has told me so, so much about you,” she rambled.
“Pardon?” I asked.
“Oh! Excuse me for rambling.”
“I mean, your father could tell me all the stories in the world, and it would never compare to this moment. We’ve been planning this meeting for so long – of course, we never expected it to be so spontaneous – but–”
“Anyways, Poppa Bear,” Rae said, and I fought the urge to puke at her creepy pet name
“Since you sold my brother that fancy motorcycle, he had to get rid of his Jeep.
