Max smiled toward Janet.
“What are you smiling at?”
“Nothing, in particular,” Max said, “just thinking.”
“Well stop it. You’re creeping me out.”
“I can’t help it. I’m in a good mood.”
“Well it is irritating me. I wish you’d stop.”
“What has you down?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s good, so smile.”
“Nothing I want to talk about.”
“Ok,” he said, shrugging his shoulder palm up stretched.
“Aren’t you going to press me on it?”
“No.” He extracted a book from his backpack, and thumbed it open.
“Why not?” She scowled.
“I’m just respecting your wishes,” he said leaning into his reading.