The week continued on and before I knew it, my parents were preparing to leave for their trip. "Before you guys go, can you tell Ms. Cooke that we're going to have some friends over? We don't want her thinking we're throwing a party because she sees the guys coming inside," my brother asked our mom.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll tell her," my mom responded.
It wasn't until my mom went to sleep on Thursday night that I realized she wasn't going to say anything to Ms. Cooke. Maybe we can use this to our advantage. Maybe Ms. Cooke will call our parents and tell them there's a party and she'll just assume it's our friends. And if she asks about the music, I'll just say Dylan was playing his music loud which is nothing new. That makes sense, right?
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