“I prefer to think I wasn’t.” The two then set to walking toward another side of the room then, a bit further away from where people were gathering. Once there, Karen moved her hands from over her head to on her hips, and explained further, “Besides, there’s no way anyone could be as bad as he is.”
“Heh.” Grinning now, Tony teased, “You know, my mom’s given me some horror stories about you over the years…”
“Your Mom’s just mad because of that dumb vase,” replied Karen with a slight grin of her own.
“Not just that…” replied the boy with a shrug. “There was that one time you watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre in kindergarten.”
“Heh… Yeah, and who was it that was supposed to be watching me?”