“Robin?” he asked me. “Yes, small blonde girl, like a human golden retriever, in color and demeanor.”
“I don’t remember.” He quickly says.
This wasn’t the first time someone couldn’t remember Robin. I sensed a conspiracy afoot; the trails coming off jet engines were especially thick this week, and I had just heard the space lasers were back up and ru…
“Did she play soccer with Troy?” he interrupts my musings.
“Oh, yeah, she did”. I answer. He’s not fooling me…
