Tub of Ice Part VIII

I feel a small hand shaking my shoulder.

Attempts at regaining focus seem to take longer.

"How long Fesili?"

"Just a little while."

I am teaching too much.

 She knew how to question,

   and now,

     she is learning to dodge the truth.

"How about this?

  We pick up a few treats,

   and surprise the ladies?"

"What about the story?"

"Well, I am ready for some hot chocolate,

   and why not in A Place of Stories?"

She gives me a smile,

 and takes my hand.

"I get to pick the treats,

  and then you tell all of us the story."

I smile, and nod my head,

  knowing only part of the story will be told.