|Jam faces out of the booth and is lying by my foot.|
I smiled and said hello back. She seemed a harmless happy sort. They sat in their booth and ordered. We ordered. All was seemingly right with the world until the girl finished her lunch. Then she remembered Jam.
Under the table and dreaming.
What should she do? Her mom was on the phone. No one to talk to. No one to play with. And yet, there was that dog, wasn't there? The wheels were turning in her brain. What should she do? What could she do? What would her mother let her do?
She could dance!
Oh my sweet little Jam. How we have grown up! I would say he has this restaurant distraction thing down.