Alpha Gene broke the silence, giving a ‘faah’
“Always running,” he said, picking up his fork in anticipation of dessert, he turned to Jessica and pointed it at her first
“Jessica, what did you do?” Jessica looked at her father, a scoff escaped her throat and she fought the urge to roll her eyes at him.
“Yes father, of course, it was me.” She relented with a heavy sigh, dropping her head into her hand. A maid swapped out her partially touched dinner with a plate of rhubarb pie and a scoop of vanilla ice-cream. Jessica waved the maid and the meal away. She stared at her father, her nerves fried from today’s ordeal.
“I think it’s time we went, father,” Jessica said, standing. Gene grumbled at her, shoving a piece of pie into his mouth.
“And what for?” he asks,
“It’s past your bedtime
