Prompt: Write about a change of age - in other words, write about someone's birthday.
I've had a very pleasant day turning thirteen, and this prompt makes it even better! I'll be in New York for the next two days, but I'll miss chatting with you guys!
"Just tell me." Maggie could be an expert interegator if she wanted to. Or–As Hannah called her–a Pest.
"How about I don't?" Jo Shot down the next staircase, leaving her to slide down the banister in order to catch up. Maggie had been trailing Jo Shanks around the palace for the last two hours, trying to weedle the information she wanted out of him.
"You can't be that old," She persisted. "I promise I won't laugh."
Jo spun on his heel to face her, so she almost ran into him. "Really? Because I have an extremely strong feeling that you will."
"I promise. Cross my heart."
Jo studied her expression. But finally, he seemed to decide she was trustworthy. "All right, fine." He sighed. "I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh."
Maggie nodded.
"I…am…turning… twenty–nine."
"Jo!" Maggie burst into laughter.
"You said you wouldn't laugh!"
She stifled her giggles, and gulped back the snort that was threatening to escape. "Jo, that's not old."
"Don't make fun of me."
"I'm serious. You're not old, Jo. You're the not–oldest adult person I can think of. If you think twenty–nine is old, you're delusional."
Jo peered at her, as though deciding whether or not she was being truthful. "You really think so? That's not what Picket said."
"This is my Uncle Picket we're talking about, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you listened to him about when you're considered old."
Jo opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped. "You make a good point."
Maggie glanced down at her watch. "Darn it, I've gotta be home in ten minutes."
"For that dinner thing?"
"Yeah. Aren't you supposed to be there, too?"
"Yep. Let's go, kiddo."
Maggie couldn't help pointing out one last triumph. "Hey, you know when you were about to tell me how old you were turning?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You looked like you were in physical pain when you said it."
"Oh, I was. Believe me, I was."
Short, but I'm proud of it. My place beside you, until the next prompt challenge, Grace.