“Not really," I admitted. "It's been nice to just be Lazy around the house all day."

"True," Belle chimed in.

“But it'll be nice to see some of our friends."

I snorted. "Our friends have been Lazy around MY house all summer."

Belle shrugged.

“Well, other friends beyond the BTC. Don't get me wrong, I Love hanging out with the girls. But there are some people I haven't seen in three months and have no idea what they've been up to."

(Before I get too far, let me explain that we were in high school during a period before social media or cell phones. I know, it was practically the Stone Age.)

Mr. K nodded, but arched an eyebrow and gave his daughter a curious look.

“Are there any boys in this category of people you're looking forward to seeing?"

"Dad!" Belle exclaimed again before rolling her eyes.

So Mr. K turned to me.

“Has she talked about any boys she thinks are cute?"

“Yes, but that's as far as I'll admit." I grinned and mimed zipping my lips shut.

"Is there one boy in particular?"

“Dad!" Belle screeched.

I stared studiously at my plate, zipping my lips again.

“Is he a good kid or one of those bad boys?"

"Dad!"

I finally spoke up, saying, “Relax, he's a good kid. And if he turns out to not be such a nice guy, I'll pound his face in."

“My man." Mr. K grinned and raised his hand for a high-five across the table.

Belle rolled her eyes as our palms slapped, and she shot me a look.

“I am never telling you about boys ever again.”

I shrugged. "You'll tell Mari, and Mari'll tell me."

“Ugh. Belle buried her face in her palms for a moment before glaring at her dad.

“Aren't you gonna ask him if there are any girls he's looking forward to seeing?"