Blaire watched at the boy ate the cookie and then tried to ask for more. Sophie had suddenly jumped up and squealed something about his name being Ken. Was his name can? Is that what she should call him, Ken seemed like a decent enough name. Unless he told her otherwise, from that point forward she was going to call him Ken too. She turned to him and smiled, “Well Ken, nice to meet cha.”

Blaire looked up at sophie’s Papa as he spoke to her. She thought about the question and then said, “I think Papa should be home soon, Mister” she said it with her childish politeness that her father had taught her.

She squealed in laughter when Sophie’s Grandfather picked her up and of all things tickled her. It reminded her a bit of a time long past when her mother used to do the same thing. It was quite a fun time until sophie’s mother told them to quiet down. By this point she was completely out of breath. By the look on Sophie’s face and heaving chest she could tell that she too was out of breath.

Happily she drank from the glass that Sophie had handed her. It was a soft sour taste followed by a cool sweetness that Blaire loved about lemonade. She looked around the room while listening to Sophie go on and on about Duck’s. Sophie must really love duckies, thought Blaire. She heard a whistle out in the street that announced the return home of her father and she squealed again before running out into the road, “PAPA!”