Over and Over Again

Rhys drove. It was the one thing he found himself doing more often these days, and he was beginning to enjoy it. I was getting better at it. How did he know? Sophie did not mind his driving anymore, and she was beginning to complain less and less.

Although Rhys felt he’d have to stay this one out and remain in the car for the duration of time that the homecoming lasted, he was not a fan of crowded spaces. And this crowd was very foreign to him.

He pulled the car to a stop in the driveway that Sophie had directed them to. Sophie got out first, then rose and bowed at him.

“Aren’t you coming?” She signed from outside the car.

“No. I think for tonight, I’m just going to be the chauffeur. Let me know once you are done, Madame.”

He smiled, but Sophie did not think he was funny. She pulled her notepad out of her bag and scribbled into it.

Sophie: You are supposed to be with me tonight!

Rhys rubbed his head. She looked like a pouting princess. And he thought he resembled a frog. He