TEN
I fidget in the booth, sitting across from Beckett and Zoe, but all I see of the kid is a floating menu in mid-air, hands holding onto either end as she reads out loud most of the appetizers at a decibel level that has me wincing.
“Zoe, we’re inside, remember? Keep your voice down, okay?” Beckett asks, leaning in close to her, not reprimanding her but telling her how it is.
“Sorry, Uncle Beck! Miss Elena said I should practice reading every single chance I get!”
Beckett looks at me like I’ve betrayed him, like this is all my fault, which it is, I guess.
“Sure, kiddo, but you can read inside your head, right?” I say, trying to remedy the situation.
Zoe plops her menu down and looks at me with confusion. “How am I supposed to know if I’m saying it right if I don’t say it out loud?”
