“You remember why you have this silly piece of plastic on your finger?” I asked.
“Because I was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle for an evening, and you and I are getting married.”
“Right.”
“They’ve given me flashcards to get back the other stuff,” Patrick said.
“Ah.” I picked them up and shuffled through them.
“Show me one.”
“Okay.” I went through a couple and chose a horse. “What’s this?”
Patrick stared at it a moment. He pursed his lips, then turned them down in a frown. “A dog?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just turned it face down on his tray table.
“You have to tell me when I get it wrong.”
“Who says you got it wrong?”
“Your expression. Otherwise, I’ll never learn.”
His words came so well when speaking. It was hard to believe he didn’t know a horse from a dog, but that wa
