"Next time you want me to pick you up, just say it. Don't be polite with me anymore."
Mei let out a little "hehe," took out the McFlurry and a spoon, the bag hanging from her wrist as she scooped a small spoonful.
"Bend down a bit… open your mouth."
Otis opened his mouth. Mei fed him the spoonful and said,
"Mmh, I was wrong. How is it? Good, right? My dear husband."
Otis nodded.
Mei held up the spoon again.
"Then… let me feed you another one. Don't stay mad at me, okay?"
Sunday.
Otis woke up very early. Today was the game day, and Mei was coming to watch him play. Just thinking about that filled him with determination.
He wore a T-shirt and shorts underneath, with a long windbreaker over it. It was mainly for convenience when the game started, he could just take off the jacket.
Back in college, he could dunk if he tried hard enough. Now he could only touch the backboard.
Sigh… that nostalgia.
