Alexi sat at the breakfast table, two weeks from the day that Mother and Father grounded her. Freedom was soon to be had as she ate her microwaved egg and sausage biscuit while longing for the announcement that she was finally ungrounded. Asking for this freedom and reminding Mother that the two weeks had ended might have brought bad news of additional punishment. It was only Wednesday. Perhaps she was to wait until Sunday to fulfill Father"s idea of two weeks.
Mother walked in the kitchen and gently placed Alexi"s cell on the table. “I"m giving this back to you. Your two weeks have ended. But your father wants you to understand a few rules.”
Alexi remained motionless, listening attentively to mother.
“You cannot get into any boys" cars, understand? There is to be no sneaking out the wi
