Ava wanted to laugh—she couldn't. Alfred may think she thinks he's stupid.
She wished she could cry, but that too would be a bad idea, cos Alfred would think they were tears of joy. Far from it, that name brought memories her heart could not just delete. The man whose presence confused Dr Phyl.
I'm sure he could even make him say vegetables are bad for children
Ava's mind couldn't resist cooking up sarcasm to validate her dislike for this man.
Anyway, that wasn't her problem now.
Today. Today, was for Alfred. Nothing should steal his spot light. All she had planned to do must be done. Ava put her camera down, crossed the room briskly to where the music played, and slightly increased the volume just enough to make Alfred smile.
She gave a soft laugh. "I can't remember ever feeling so happy Munchkin," she mused, spreading her hands towards Alfred.
"Would you like to dance with me. Just the two of us. We can stop when you get tired?"
