Is it right?
Chris asks me after every problem, “Is it right?” And almost every time, the answer, “yup, perfect!” Sometimes he takes a moment to take in the truth. And sometimes he even gives a little nod of approval. ..cutie. But most times he squints up at me, “are you sure?”
Maybe he doesn’t believe himself? Maybe he doesn’t believe me?
About the third week, Chris asks “Is this right?” “You’re always right. Chris, remember I told you you’re a genius!” “No I’m not.” he mumbles sheepishly. “yeah you are. You calling me a liar! You sheki!” “but I don’t want to get it wrong.” “I know, I don’t want you to get it wrong either. Don’t worry, Chris. If it’s wrong, I’ll make sure we go over it again and make it right.” “alright..”
He still asks, “Is it right?” Not too often. But it’s fine, I like him. …hope he likes me too.
