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Pan walked through the front door and kicked off her shoes. The toes of her black slippers bounced off the wall. Pan slung her back pack from her shoulders and tossed it onto the coffee table. Gohan came in behind her. A shy smile claimed his lips, but his cheeks dimpled with excitement. Pan figured it was the keys she left in the deadbolt lock.
"Daddy!," Pan called.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a kangaroo."
"Why?," Pan asked, oblivious to her bouncing feet, "Is grandpa really coming?"
"Of course."
"I can't wait till he gets here. We'll train, and color, and play video games."
"Pan-chan, take your bag off the table, please."
"And fly, and tell stories, and eat doughnuts," she rambled as she retrieved her bag.
"Eat doughnuts, huh? Sneaky, sneaky," Gohan teased pretending not to know.
"Daddy! You ain't supposed to know that," Pan rolled her tongue to match her eyes.
"Be good, and listen to what grandpa says. I have to go run some errands and drop something off.
"Aw, come on dad. Can't that wait till' tomorrow?"
"I'm sorry, but it's a very special delivery."
"Okay, okay" She huffed, "Bye daddy, I love you," she switched her tone and threw her arms around his waist.
"I love you too, Panny, but you know what?"
"What?"
"I still have my shoes on. Go to the fridge in the study and grab a bottle of water for me, please."
"Kay, be right back."
Pan twisted around at her waist, tangling her legs in the process. She tripped over the blue boots and brown moccasins piled up on the floor. Gohan held his breath. Pan stumbled forward, not even deeming it worth a glance over her shoulder. Pan's bare feet smacked the cold wood floor on the way to her father's study. Pan shoved the door open and welcomed the feel of his red throw rug beneath her toes.
Pan jerked back the door on pale blue mini fridge. She pulled a plastic bottle from the bottom of the fridge, watching the neat pyramid of stacked bottles collapse in a marvelous chain reaction. The tumbling bottles spit out a sealed plastic baggy at Pan's feet. She stooped over and peeled the sticky plastic off the ground. A smile sprawled across her parted lips. Her tiny thrilled hand squashed the shells of the speckled boiled eggs inside the bag. Air engulfed her lungs and her jaw dropped when three slanted black-marker letters on the bag stained her thumb.
PAN
The bag fell from her hand. She turned the corner from her father's office before the hard boiled eggs splattered on the floor. The Gohan son's warm red estate in the city echoed with glee.
"Grandpa when did you get here? Who's tha—Mr. Piccolo!"