“Your what?” Adagio Dazzle barked.
“My birthday,” Sonata Dusk replied.
Adagio shooed her off like an insect. “No it isn’t.”
“How do you know?” Sometimes, if Sonata concentrated, she could set up a logic trap. Adagio rarely fell for them.
The more she stammered to find a way out, the bigger Sonata’s smile got. “Fine. It could be today. So what?”
“Don’t I get a birthday wish?”
“If you plan to pull this every week…”
Sonata clasped her hands behind her back. “No,” she mumbled. “I promise. I just really wanted to do this. With you.”
“If it’ll shut you up—”
“Yay!” Sonata hauled her to the couch, started a DVD, and opened a bag of popcorn.
“We’re just supposed to sit here?”
“Mmhmm,” Sonata mumbled through a mouthful of buttery goodness.
Adagio did reach for the bag. And she wore a hint of a smile.
What a perfect birthday!