When facing parents who are visibly pissed, it really is like being summoned by the principal, since your fate is in their hands. Will you get off with just a warning, or will they throw the book at you? Sometimes it’s best if they just lose it immediately, then at least you know where they stand.
But when they make you wait—either because they’re silently figuring out your penance, or they can’t even find the words to begin—that’s the worst, since the hang time can be open-ended. I’m a busy person, you know. Can we get on with this?
Dad is pulling the silent treatment, and I can’t tell what it means. He’s been fuming ever since we got back to the motel, and it’s making me bonkers. I debate whether I should be the first to inevitably bring up the touchy subject of the rodeo. Just rip off
