After school that afternoon, Lauren walked Stacey home, but was too shy to keep the conversation going.
“So why the before-dark curfew?” Stacey fished, even though she assumed the reason.
“My parents are scared of the dark, so they don’t want to come to look for me after hours,” Lauren chuckled.
“I take that chuckle; you don’t know the reason?” Stacey suggested.
“I guess I can ask them, but I will have to have a good reason,” Lauren said.
“Study group?” Stacey suggested.
“Yeah, they are not going to fall for that one,” Lauren chuckled.
“No, seriously. I saw your F for math,” Stacey said, making Lauren blush.
“I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. All your other subjects are great. I can really help you with math,” Stacey said, feeling bad for mentioning it.
“My parents have spent
