Ways We Dodge The Truth
“WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE?!” John yelled at his teenage daughter.
“Dad!” she startled, sitting up in bed.
“That’s right, I saw you climb the trellis. You have a boy in here?” John flung the closet door wide and looked under the bed.
“Dad, you’re nuts! Get out of my room!”
“Not until you tell me what you were doing out so late!” John’s face had turned from purple to red as he realized there wasn’t a boy in his daughter’s room, but he didn’t relax.
“I was with Cal, his car broke down over on Hickory, and he walked me home from there.”
“Why didn’t you call?”
“From where Dad? You won’t buy me one of those cell phones! Was I supposed to go wake up one of our neighbors? That wouldn’t look good, your eldest daughter out wandering the night with a BOY. Besides, what were YOU doing out so late, huh? Nightcrawlers again? It didn’t rain dad.”
“Don’t change the subject, young lady. You’re grounded!”
“You broke curfew.”
“It was an accident!”
“Don’t care!” John slammed the door behind him.