I don’t think i’m going to survive 13 more days.
LOL, it’s like we’re looking into the future and they are at their daughter’s little league game.
"Abigail, our daughter does not need her mother embarrassing her in front of her fellow team mates."
Abbie casts a look in his direction but sits down. Their daughter has a strike called against her.
"What?" he jumps to his feet and yells while gesturing. "Certainly this gentleman’s spectacles are sullied." He directs his attention to the referee. "How can you not see that the ball was not in the vicinity of the striking zone!"
Abbie tugs on his sleeve. “You were saying?”
"I am not equipped to see our daughter so blatantly disrespected by a man who is supposed to be an excellent judge of the rules yet can not determine the correct striking zone."
Abbie smirks, but says nothing. Ichabod sighs then slumps back on the bench.
Jenny is in the background with a large bucket of greasy popcorn with a devious grin on her face. She holds her hand between the two in front of her and waits while Abbie deposits a ten dollar bill in her palm.