The dots are still jumping, letting me know she’s typing something out.
Meg:When the text came in, my phone said…“From maybe: Lord of Darkness.” Are you Lord of Darkness?
The lines on my forehead crease.Lord of Darkness?Then it hits me, and I frantically scroll to my settings.
She’s confused because my nameisLord of Darkness.
“Krew?” I yell.
“What?”
“Did you change the name on my phone?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re not in trouble.” Actually, I would like to kill him right now. “Just tell me what you did.”
“I told Siri to call me Lord of Darkness.”
I shake my head. Dating was so much easier when I didn’t have a seven-year-old sabotaging me at every turn, and I’m not even dating. I’m just texting.
Tyler:Krew was playing with my phone earlier today and messed with the settings. Apparently I am Lord of Darkness now.
Meg:How did the Lord of Darkness get my personal phone number?
Tyler:I asked the school secretary for it. You know, just in case I had a question about Krew’s homework.
Meg:In case you were wondering about the thickness of paper for a second grade assignment?
She’s on to me.
Tyler:Call it dedication to Krew’s homework.
Meg:I thought you didn’t think second grade homework was important.
Tyler:I do now. His college scholarships are riding on this decision.
Meg:You can use any paper for the assignment that you want.
I can’t just end things here. I went to all this trouble. The Lord of Darkness would never back down now.
Tyler:Thanks.
Tyler:What are you up to tonight?
Meg:I’m watchingSurvivor.
Another piece to the Meg Johnson puzzle.
Tyler:Don’t tell me what happens. I’ve got it recording.
Meg:You likeSurvivor?
I lean back in my chair, settling into a groove.
Tyler:Is that so hard to believe?
Meg:I guess not. You’re full of surprises.