*Astrid*
“What is wrong with you boy, why didn’t you call me”. I ask Malthe the next morning. “I would have come to get you”.
“Because you just called me boy”. He says in a typical teenage tone, I am afraid he learned nothing from this.
I almost roll my eyes, I am not equipped to deal with this. “And you are such a man, right ? That’s it isn’t it ?”
He looks down but refrain from saying anything.
“A man doesn’t go for a joyride and then waves his aunt's card around to get out of trouble”. I tell him sternly. “And you better pray that the car wasn’t stolen”.
“It wasn’t”. He makes a face, like he hates telling me. “It belongs to Villum’s friend from work … and Zac didn’t know, he was just trying to help …”.
I shake my head. “Don’t talk to me about Zac. What teenager around here has fr
