Who’s Watching Whom?It was the first Saturday night of the summer, and the last place Logan Bradley wanted to be was stuck at home babysitting his little brother. Logan was a senior now, or would be when school started up again in September. He had a social life, damn it!
But his mother was adamant—she had a date with the ladies from her book club and didn’t want to hear his lip. “One evening, that’s all I ask,” she said as she stood in the foyer, fluffing her hair in the mirror beside the empty coat rack. “Is that too much, Logan? Can’t you at least give me that?”
“Mom.” Logan hated the whine in his voice, but it seemed whenever he spoke to her any more, it was there. “This is the first night of summer. Of freedom. I’m a senior now. Chad and I wanted to go out.“
From the dining room, L
