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He chuckled. “Hey, look at who you’re talking to. I only have four letters in my name.”
“Yeah, but the capital L is the most fun to make. And you can curl the letter e at the end. Your signature is really cool.”
Luke lifted a brow, cocking his head a bit. “You really think my signature is cool?”
“Well, yeah. See? I wrote it already.”
He craned his neck around to see her neat penmanship. She had drawn the letters with perfect accuracy which only made him laugh. “Sweetheart, that isn’t my signature.”
She frowned. “Yeah, it is. That’s how you spell it and that’s how the letters go.”
Shaking his head, he grabbed the paper and scrawled his sloppy name right beneath it.
Molly’s slack-jawed expression was priceless. She gaped up at him then poked the paper. “That’s just a scribble. It’s not a signature.”
“I’m sorry to break it to you, kiddo, but those two things are one and the same.”
She scrunched up her nose and moved closer to the paper until her chin nearly touched the table. “But I can’t even read it.”
“Yep. That’s about the size of it.”
“Then why am I learning cursive?” Molly shoved the paper away. “It’s not going to do me any good anyhow.”
He pushed the paper back toward her. “Because there are several documents out there that will require you to learn how to read stuff like that to the best of your ability. Did you know there are several people out there who go to school just to learn how to read scribble cursive? They make lots of money, too.”
Molly glanced down at his signature again then peeked up at him. “Really?” The disbelief all but oozed from her tone.”
“Really. Really.”
She sighed and pulled the paper closer before picking up her pencil again. “Okay, fine. I’ll keep practicing. But I’m going to make my signature pretty. I don’t want a scribble one.”
He chuckled again, leaning back in his seat to observe her and the incredible focus she had for her work. Allie must have been proud of how well his daughter was doing now. “How’s school?”
She shot a look toward him then resumed her focus. “Good.”
“You know I want more than that.”
Molly sighed. “It’sreallygood.”
Luke reached out and took her pencil from her grasp, earning himself a disgruntled sound. “Okay, little miss. When I ask for an update at school, I expect you to give meallthe details.”
His daughter let out another exaggerated sigh. “What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. I guess I want to know what you learned. Did anything interesting happen during the week?” More importantly, did she get in trouble? Was she behaving? But those questions could be weaseled out of her a little later.
Molly’s eyes shined brighter and she sat a little taller in her seat. “We’re getting ready for the Thanksgiving party. Everyone gets to bring treats or drinks or other kinds of stuff. I told Miss Patrick that you wanted to bring popcorn balls.”
“Did you, now?”
She nodded. “And she said that soundedlovely.”
“Sounds like this school year is working out as well as is to be expected.”
Molly nodded again.
There was a lull in their conversation and Luke shifted in his seat. Now was as good a time as any. “And you’re behaving? No more getting in trouble?”
It was small, like a brief twinkling of a start. Molly glanced up at him then away. She picked up her pencil and drew little circles in the corner of her paper. “Well, Miss Patrick made me and Sarah move our desks away from each other.”
