" There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good . . .” His voice trailed off in the middle of the sentence.
Laura found herself caught in the intensity of his gaze and muttered the end of the rhyme. “. . . She was very, very good, and when she was bad . . .”
Gabriel finished what he had started, grinning at his own wit. “. . .She was better.”
Laura’s eyebrows arched as she hid a quick smile. “That’s not the way I learned it.”
Gabriel picked up his fork and dug back into his salsa-spiced eggs. “If you’d been a boy, you would have. "

― Sharon Sala , Reunion