Day Twenty-Five of Thirty-One.

This boy has juked us out for a whole week.  We've thought he was coming so many times.  A trickster already, I tell you.  I think I'll take this girl's lead and throw my hands up.  He'll come when he is good and ready.  Maybe relinquishing attempts to figure out when he'll make his grand entrance will encourage him to come. Tonight perhaps, eh eh?

Day 25 of 31 of the #write31days challenge.