Well, if she started asking awkward questions, I’d fire back by inquiring how much time she’d actually spent with my father before they jumped in the sack together. That might deflect the situation. Maybe.
Raphael and I entered the family room, where Aunt Kara and Uncle Lance were sitting on the couch, and my parents were in the chairs that flanked it to either side. My father was saying, “Yes, but now it’s been almost three days — ”
Clearly, he’d been talking about my disappearance, but he stopped mid-sentence when he caught sight of Raphael and me. My mother actually gasped, and Aunt Kara set down the wine glass she’d been holding with an audible clink. Only Lance didn’t seem to react, although I noticed the way his eyes narrowed as he took in Raphael, who’d changed back into his suit.
