Joy
“Well,” Mr Falcon put his hands on his hips. “I think we’ve seen all there is to see of the kids’ artistic talents. Are you ready to head home, Alex?”
Alex shot me a desperate look that said do something! so clearly that it was as if I was hearing the words in my head.
“Mommy!” I grabbed her hand, “Can Alex go out for ice cream with us?”
Mommy’s face looked a little strained as she politely turned to Mr. Falcon. “We always go out for an ice cream sundae after school events. It’s kind of a tradition. Would you and Alex like to join us?”
Mr. Falcon looked like he was about to refuse, but Alex started hopping around like an excited puppy. “Please, Daddy! Please! I won’t get to see Joy for the whole weekend!”
“Yes, Please Mr. Falcon!” I started jumping up and down, too. “It's forever
