-Caleb-
“I knew you’d be back,” Hank said triumphantly when we showed up at the door.
“I’m sure you did,” I replied icily.
“Mr. Masterson. He’s good people. Knows when to send kids home.” Hank was all puffed up and strutting around as though he had won a victory.
It was infuriating.
We should have gone to Montenegro.
“Guess we’d just better get back to our rooms,” I said through my teeth. I glared at my mother. “Same house rules?”
My mother wrung her hands and looked at Hank.
“What house rules?” Hank asked.
Ah. That answered that question. Hank still didn’t know.
“I… suppose I may have been too harsh before,” my mother replied softly.
“Harsh? That boy needs to respect you–” Hank began.
My mother held up her hand. “It was me who disrespected him. And Jacey.”
Hank blinked. “Oh.”
