4 ~ Stepping it upThe smell of buttery popcorn from the night before was still in the air when I entered the lounge. I sat down and picked up the DVD carry case that we were planning to use, making sure it was small enough to hide.
“What are you doing up so early?” I spun around hastily when I heard my mother’s voice.
She was dressed in a form fitting pencil skirt and a white business blouse that hugged her curves flawlessly. She usually only wore that outfit when she was going to see the bank manager or another financial planner. She walked over to the kitchen and switched on the coffee machine. I followed her and sat down at the table as she began to make breakfast.
Before I could answer her, Dad swept through the door with the morning newspaper in hand.
“Hey squirt, you’re up early,
