Today, as I was gathering my snacks for a long day of classes, I heard Younger snickering in the hallway.
I glanced at him. “What are you laughing at?”
“I was talking to myself,” he told me, still grinning. “And I cracked myself up.”
I shook my head, bending to lift my computer satchel onto my shoulder. “That’s kind of sad, Younger.”
“Nah, all I need for company is myself.”
“You may end up with only yourself for company.”
He shrugged. “And the gremlins that follow me everywhere.”
I don’t know, I might be prejudiced, but I think Younger is a special kind of special.
And his little gremlins, too.