Lost Creek Hollow What happened to that college fund?

She did not engage, much to his surprise. He stopped where he was and watched her retreating form, head slightly cocked, as he wondered what was wrong with her. She seemed to be just fine on a physical level, so what was the issue? A low growl of frustration smothered itself within his throat as he continued to observe her, now at a loss. What was he supposed to do with her, if not play a game? What did fathers do with their children?

Huffing, he did the only other thing he could think to do—which was to approach and plop down in front of her, ever so watchful; he recalled his own father often watching after him, so he figured he might as well give that a shot—even if it was incredibly boring to do.