20. Caught
"Baba, how did you two meet?"
"Well, funny story, actually—"
"I've heard the stories. Lots. I want the truth."
"You are your mother's daughter." Still grinning, he tosses a plea to said mother. "A little help, dear?"
"And steal your thunder?" she quips.
"You mean like you stole—ha!" Her elbow strikes fast, but he's faster.
Shared laughter follows, recalling fond memories. And trouble.
"Mama?"
Such big, beautiful eyes. Beguiling, like her father's. More dangerous than any blade… and nowhere to run.
"You see, dear one, all this," she embraces her likeness, "began with a loaf of bread…"
