“daddy look at I caught.”

My father lowers his reading glasses and folds the newspaper to give me his undivided attention.

“what do you have, princess?”

“guess,”

“you know my wits can’t match yours.”

“you are right.” I agree.

I open my palms and the butterflies fly away.

“Cara, Cara…..” I turn to find my officemate staring down at me. “The supervisor is asking for the report.” She says

“oh!” I look at the blank spreadsheet. “give me a few minutes.”

“Today she’s in one of those moods.” She gestures.

I nod to end the discussion. Never have I ever excelled in gossip.

The next thirty minutes I spent typing,...