"Thirty-one years old." I answered simply without looking at her, all my attention was focused on my son playing with his toy dinosaur.
"And then you say you don't remember him."
I shot daggers at her with my eyes for whatever she was trying to say with that. It wasn't hard to remember his age; he was one year older than me.
"But well, I won't talk about Alexander Lancaster anymore, just mentioning his name disgusts me."
"It shows." I said sarcastically, and she ignored me to turn her attention back to Tristan.
"Tristan, what's your favorite aunt's name?" She asked with an extremely high"pitched voice, and I didn't want to miss the show.
"Aunt By."
I laughed seeing my friend's defeated expression upon hearing Tristan's mispronunciation, but she wouldn't give up so easily.
"My na
