Typically, the most I saw of Muffin was on the weekends, and even then it was usually in the mornings before we headed off to our activities for the d...y — which in her case typically meant spending the day working at a local mall. I had forgotten about my daughter’s unusual return from school when I heard her bedroom door finally open again before she descended the stairs. A few moments later, she came into the living room as I was flipping channels, not particularly sure what was worth. ’ his voice was cold and his face was blank, nothing of the Diago she remembered. ‘I dare you.’ she held out her hand, her fingers parted to show the old ratty, somewhat pink bow, he looked down at the one thing in his life that had given him pleasure. Than he looked up at her face, she was sincere now, but she was too weak, she was a liability. Hearing a scuffle, he looked to his right to see the police headed right towards them. ‘I’ll take care of them! Get her out of here!’ Maddy yelled,. With the sun trying to shine through my windows and all the early morning noises, I wasnt able to pull it off. I hadnt opened my eyes yet, but had the strangest feeling I was being watched. I finally got enough energy to crack one eyelid open and saw my baby on the floor on all fours, still in her pajamas , with her chin resting on top of my mattress smiling at me from ear to ear. Good morning Daddy she whispered to me, Its time to get up. Not now, baby. Daddy had to work very late last night. That was almost two months ago, and we haven’t discussed it again. Just the thought of playing with menthol again, especially with Patrick, has my whole body buzzing as we pay for our purchases and walk back to the flat. I’m practically trotting with eagerness while he’s as calm and contained as ever, although a smile keeps dancing on his features in response to my clear excitement. As we take our last steps up to the fourth floor, he jokes, “You’re awfully excited tonight, Corrine. How can.