And don't look back. He'd never seen David with a Merchant's son before. He always thought 'babysitting' was the nice way of saying 'witch-burning'. He didn't think babysitting actually meant running around in the park chasing a laughing preschooler, playing hide-and-seek, eating ice cream...
"Hey David. You ever thought about having kids?"
The question made David miss his shot, and there was that annoying laugh that Cal knew all too well – that laugh that managed to respectfully convey how David thought that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.
“They’re only cute if they’re someone else’s.”
“It’s just… you seemed happy.”
Cal caught David’s ‘I don’t really want to talk about this’ smile as he bent over the pool table to take his shot. David had a dozen different types of smiles and Cal knew them all.
“I’m paid to please. Babysitting’s part of the job.”