No Sucker for You
She walked quickly and looked behind to her left. He followed, silently, just behind. Quickly, she changed course, switched hands and looked behind to her right. And just as quickly he was there, right behind her. I could feel the tension mounting, see it in her face. Frustration building.
“Zia, what seems to be the problem?” I asked.
“Zander keeps following me! He won’t stop,” she exclaimed.
I looked down at Zander who was intent on Zia and focused squarely on her hands. Zia shifted hands and turned left to right and back again as Zander followed her every move.
“Zia, he’s not following you,” I said pointing to the object in her hands. “He’s following the sucker!”
“Oh.” Then to Zander, “Do you want a sucker, Zander?”
“Yeah, yeah! I want a sucker.”
“Well, you can’t have it.” And she popped it in her mouth and walked away.
