"Penny, your thoughts?" Jameson teased. When they were little, Angela couldn't say the idiom correctly. It had turned into an ongoing joke between them.
"Yes, Brain?" Angela laughed.
"What's going on in that head of yours, Angie?" Jameson asked as he swung their hands in the air.
"The contract," she whispered, looking at the ground.
"Oh," Jameson smiled but said nothing more.
"Well, are you going to say anything?" Angela peaked at him.
"You didn't ask a question."
"Did you mean what you said in the contract?" The words flew from Angela's mouth as she forced herself to ask him. Jameson realized they were by the old park they would play at as kids.
"Come here," Jameson pulled Angela along as they squeezed through the narrow opening in the fence. He directed her to the merry-go-round.
