C83 Bad behaviour

“I missed a class,” I say to the figure on my screen. “No. “ My head shakes. “Classes. I missed classes.”

Maria squeals. I plug my fingers into my ears. “Yasss. My baby girl is growing.”

Only Maria applauds bad behaviour. I push my laptop forward and prop my elbows on the table. A small smile lifts the corners of my lips at the memory of Tuesday’s outing. My Benny. We should do more of it