A Demanding Muse
Daddy has a way of getting what he wants.
We sit side by side on the couch, our laptops before us. He's brought work home, as is frequently the case, while I'm writing. We've passed plenty of evenings like this. Tonight, however, something about my demeanor captures his attention. Feeling his stare on me, I look over at him. "What is it?" His gaze moves to my laptop screen, and I have the sudden urge to minimize the open document. Despite my best efforts, he sens...