June 2010
I opened the door to find my children smiling at me, both of them sporting an expression that I sold them out immediately. The same one they inherited from me. Something was brewing in their too eager brains, and I was supposed to leave in fifteen minutes to get to the airport.
“Hello, children, what brings you about ?”
“Can’t we visit our old pappa ?”, Lily asked innocently.
I nearly smirked, but refused to show them I had spotted their game. Both my youngest and Nils rushed inside, settling at the bar table. I closed the door, putting my hands in my pockets.
“Sure. On a Friday afternoon, without any warning, eh ?”
“Well, why not ? Would you prefer tomorrow morning, at first light ?”
If that wasn’t sneaky fishing… I had to give them that, those kids had brains.
“Only if you bring cinnamon rolls”, I grinned.
“Nah, you’ll get fat”.
I scoffed, sending a stern look to my daughter.
“As if.”
“So, what about coffee, pappa ?”, Nils asked.