I looked back at my phone as I looked down at Veronica who had her hands wrapped around my torso as she leaned closer to me on the couch and slept, seeming exhausted. A small smile remained plastered on her face as I picked the phone to find my dad's name on the caller ID.
Gently, letting her slip to the couch, I got up and walked to the kitchen counter wanting to have a word with my father.
"So now you call?" I asked through gritted teeth and heard him chuckling.
"Sorry. I know for what you have been calling for. I'm sorry. I was having a word with the media and it slipped. They made a big issue out of my statement," he said as he exhaled out and I heard someone talking to him from his end and recognized the voice as Ron.
"Slipped? Just what did you tell them?"