Nana watches for a minute and when I say nothing asks me, “Don’t you want to go baby? I thought you and Larry got along famously.”
I look at Nana with my eyes wide. I say, “What am I supposed to do?” and shrug.
“Tell this boy if you will attend or not.” Was her reply.
I look at him and say, “I will attend.”
He says formally, “ As you wish My Lady.” The young man bows formally a last time, turns with a sharp heel click and vanishes out the nursery door like a flash. The door shuts silently.
I say in a surprised little girl voice, “Wow!!”
Nana laughs and says cheerily, “Seems you have a date baby. Guess that Boy really likes you.”
I reply quietly, “Yes Nana, and the feelings are mutual.” Then blush.