Sam sat in the restaurant and sipped her lemon water, waiting for her dad to lay in to her.
“You should’ve returned my calls.”
“It was one call. I’ve been busy with work for the end of the semester.”
“That’s never prevented you from calling me before. Maybe it’s this boy you’re seeing.” He shook out his napkin and laid it across his lap.
“Please don’t say it like that. Free is a good guy. He’s an actor, but he’s in college, graduating this spring.”
Her dad hmphed at that.
“Free had nothing to do with me not calling you back. I didn’t call because I didn’t want you to try to bully me into taking the car back. I don’t want it.”
“That’s ridiculous. Why wouldn’t you want a car?” He drank his water and waved the waiter over.
“Yes, sir.”
“Coffee, please.” He looked at Sam.
“Me, too.”
