French Lullabys

Though we had slept at 5:30, we got up in time for church. She took a shower while I walked Daisy. I took her out to the highschool nearby their house. I clipped her onto my camera case and took some pictures. The warm autumn sun glowed on my back. I knew it was going to be a good day.
Vinny decided to go to a church of her own rather than accompanying us.
As we drove to my place so I could change, Tamika wondered if it was her striving for her independence. It was becoming more apparent that Vinny was going down a rocky path, but as much as Tamika wanted to help, she couldn’t push her.
As she drove me home, she apologized for being so short with me.
I ribbed her neck, and told her it was alright. She was tired, and very sick.
She pouted softly. “Who’s going to take care of me and help me get better when I get home?” she said.
“Well, you could call me… we could do Bible Study and you can sing me French lullaby’s…”
“But I don’t know any French lullaby’s…”
“Oh, ok.” I grinned, “I guess I’ll just have to sing them until you learn them.”
She smiled.