Chapter 18
When I tell Riley that Derek is coming to dinner, she jumps out of her chair and races around the break room like a blown up balloon that’s been let go instead of tied off. “Yay!” she cries, over and over again, until it becomes one long, ululating word. “Yayayayayay,” until she runs out of air and collapses against my side.
I tousle her hair. “That’s exactly how I feel about it, too. Yay.”
Propping her chin on my hip, she sings, “Daddy and Derek, sitting in a tree—”
“Not this again.” I shake my head as she continues. Over top of her singing, I warn, “You better not do this when he comes over, or I’ll send him home.”
She keeps singing, smirking at me impishly. I try to think of something that might deter her from pulling this same stunt once Derek is in earshot.
Then it hi
