“You like musicals? No, you don’t,” she said making her funny face.
“I do. My mother always took me to see them. I grew to love them. Or maybe it was just because it was with her. Our special time,” he said, again shrugging. “Whatever. Haven’t been to one since she died.”
“I’m sorry. Jasmine and I love them too. Maybe we can all go together sometime. Troy would hate it but who needs him?” she stated dismissively. She beamed at him. “Fiddler On The Roof, that’s my favorite. That’s where I got yenta from, you know.”
“I figured that. Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch,” he sang.
“You sing so nice,” she said, her eyes wide in delight. She surprised him when she grabbed his arm, all excited. “Hey! You and I should go out for the class musical this year. Oh, it would be awesome if they did ‘Fiddler On The Roof’ but I think I heard it was going to be ‘The Wizard Of Oz’. You would make a perfect scarecrow. The one with the brains, you know.”
