I just got home from hanging out with Reggie for most of the day. My parents were preparing dinner together but not cutely, but more like two raved dogs barking at each other. They always argued, if anything it was suspicious if they weren’t at this point. I was starting to walk upstairs when my mom shouted at me.
“Where is Reggie sweetie?” She asks like she just wanted to change the topic or have a reason to ignore my father.
“He went home, he said he has a few things he has to do,” I responded.
“Did you have fun?” My father asked jumping into the conversation.
“Not at first but then it ended well,” I responded and smile.
“Well you have about thirty minutes then it is time for dinner. “Mom said, this time like it was a conte
