“I have a surprise for you.”
Julie looked up at Thompson as she dried her hands on the hand towel. She was in the kitchen and had decided to bake a cake (just one of those days). Julie remembered when she was little, she and her mother used to spend hours in the kitchen coming up with weird recipes they would see on television.
"What is it?” Julie asked. Thompson seemed excited and seemed to be bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Where have you been all day anyway?” Julie looked at his disheveled appearance, his wrinkled clothes. Was that dirt on his shirt?
“Come outside!”
“Outside?” Julie glanced out the window. It was evening now, but there had been no sun all day and it was quite chilly; she could hear the wind whistling through the drafts.
“I’m not going outside at this time! It’s
