”Oh. Sure.”
”Such enthusiasm,” he tut-tutted, settling down beside her.
She tucked knees under chin and stared at the colorful fish. “I’m tired,” she admitted, “and hungry. Malcolm thought it might be nice to eat a couple of sandwiches on the Commons. So I picked a spot.”
”Malcolm?”
She grimaced. “He watched my lessons today.”
Ahh…
They fell silent for a few moments, just watching the fish make lazy circles above artistically arranged slate blue pebbles. Finally Margo glanced up sidewise. “You don’t like paperwork much?”
Kit rubbed his nose. “No. Tops a whole list of things I loathe.”
She smiled. “I guess everybody’s got their own list, huh?”
”What’s on yours?”
She rested chin on knees again. “Oh, stuff “
”Like for instance?”
”I dunno. Snow, for one. Minnesota winters suck. Snow gets old real fast. Especially when you’re too old to make snow angels in it. All that’s left is cussing because the roads are closed and you’re late to wherever it is you need to be.”
Kit smiled. “You sound eighteen going on forty-two.” She stuck out her tongue, prompting a chuckle. “I was twenty, you know, before I saw more than a quarter inch all at one time.
”You’re from Georgia. Doesn’t snow much.”
”Just what do you know about me? I mean, besides what’s in all the tabloids?”
Margo grinned. “They’re awful, aren’t they? I think my favorite was the one where you were abducted by mad scientists from way, way up time and they altered your sex and you got pregnant and then they changed your sex back and sent you home after you had the baby.”