Jeb crossed his arms and glared at his son as the sound of the car engine broke the silence. They heard it crunching on the gravel of their drive and moments later the car disappeared back down in the direction from which it had come.
“Percy, what are we going to do with you?” Bobby Sue sighed, her anger melting into weariness.
Percy didn’t mind it when his momma was angry, but the look she gave him now told him that she was disappointed. And that was the worst. Percy liked to let loose, to pretend he was someone else, to show the world that he didn’t give a lick. But one thing trumped all that. And it was his parents being disappointed in him. He hated that. He scrunched his face into his most remorseful expression. “I’m sorry ma.”
worsthated
Bobby Sue reached up and allowed Jeb
