I got up and went to the coffee maker and poured myself half a cup. Steam rose off the dark surface, and I watched the wisps twist and dissipate before I turned back to Missy.

“You’re right,” I said. “It took me a few extra years to figure that one out.” “

Why? I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

“It’s a common mistake about me. Stick around and you’ll get over it fast.”

Melissa wiggled herself off the chair and traipsed over to stand near my side. “You’re funny,” she said.

“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart. Funny is much harder than smart.”

(cf. Vine, Richard. SoHo Sins.)