“Secret,” Peter said, looking down at me as I stared into the abyss, “you have that same look on your face that Sparkle sometimes gets. Are you planning something?”
“Moi? Never. I was just… just… thinking about…hey, go order that book for Betty and let me enjoy my coffee in peace, please.”
“Fine, but I’ve been around long enough to know when something is up. Can’t kid a kidder, ya know,” he said. “But shouldn’t you let Sparkle come up with the bad ideas? At least then we’d know that a professional is handling it.” We had raised him well; he truly was daddy’s little boy.
“Peter, nothing is up. Now stop using that vivid imagination of yours and go order that book, okay?” I knew better than to fill him in. He may have been an adult in the strictest sense of the word, but he still had a big
