My eyebrows climbed my forehead as I glanced over at Dad and mouthed, It’s her. Dad blinked behind his glasses, then showed surprising presence of mind as he mouthed back, Well, say something!
It’s herWell, say something!“Hey kid, what’s up?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you be in school now?”
“I am,” she said. “Sort of.”
I waited a few seconds, but she didn’t say anything else. “I hate to disappoint you, but if I’m a phone-a-friend on one of your tests, you’re screwed.”
She still didn’t respond.
“Unless it’s Home Ec,” I said.
That got a laugh from the person who has spent time in my less-than-immaculate house, being sustained solely by fast food and takeout.
“Yeah,” Addy said, “I’ll bet your old high school has a golden skillet in a trophy case with your name on it.”
“Actually, it’s a silv
