Good Luck, Fatty

a nuzzle.
    Thank you, Gramp, for plying me with comics just to get me to read. “Is she Batman’s girlfriend?” I say.
    Tom tilts his head, shoots me a mischievous grin I recognize from the schoolyard, years ago. “She might be.”
    I stop the stroller, lean in and, nearly squashing Buttercup, murmur, “It’s a deal.”
    And we seal it with a kiss.

 
     
    Also by Maggie Bloom:
     
    Any Red-Blooded Girl
     
    Film at Eleven
     
    (available where e-books are sold)