RILEY
My cheeks burned with both embarrassment and panic, and my mind raced as I speedily tried to find an answer.
“It’s nothing, Domi,” I said quickly. “Don’t worry about it.”
Domi looked at me curiously for a moment, almost seeming like he wanted to press the issue, but as an exciting, colorful scene appeared on the television, he returned his focus to the cartoon.
I released an exhale of relief and glared at Lisa.
“Please don’t say those things in front of my son,” I said with a lowered voice. “He’s four years old and doesn’t need to learn words like that. They parrot everything at that age.”
Lisa shrugged. “I was just being honest. He’s very gorgeous and charismatic. I’m only stating facts.”
One thing I sometimes found intolerable about Lisa was her lack of awareness and the way
