Looking at the simple drawings on the cover, she remarked, “Those are good,” and then asked, “Can I see?”
Unconsciously smiling, I handed it to her, and as she continued to look at the simple little drawings she said, “You like Native American stuff huh.”
Opening it, she continued to look through the drawings, and when she happened to turn the pages some more, I nervously said, “That’s just some notes.”
Glancing at them, she looked up at me, and after a smile she closed the notebook, and then handing it back to me she said, “You must have been meeting with my dad.”
Standing there, looking at her, feeling maybe a little embarrassed, I smiled and questioningly asked, “That’s, your dad?”
Smiling, she nodded and then jokingly said, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”
I could feel myself blushIng a little, and thought to myself, “Could she have been listening at the door?”
Pondering that, I’m sure she could see I was a little confused, and before I could say anything she smiled and said, “I’m into Native American stuff too.”
She was obviously trying to change the subject, which I was
