He’d been thinking about me, too, I could tell.
“Hello, Daddy.” I said as I continued hailing cab after cab.
“How is my baby girl doing today?” I felt my smile grow wider as he called me ‘baby girl’.
“I'm doing fine.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“I know, right? Surprisingly, none of my coworkers asked about you when I came in at work today, and I suspect you had a hand in that, Robert.” He laughed heartily, confirming my suspicions.
“Robert, what did you do? Did you speak with my boss or—”
“Perhaps, maybe not.”
“Robert, you have to stop this!” I grumbled, but he just kept laughing.
“How did your day go? Tell me about it.”
I could tell he was diverting the conversation to avoid answering my questions, so I went with it.
“My day flew by, as it always does. Nothing special, just
