Chapter 8

My parents were shocked. There were the police at the door and there I was, apparently, ‘the good son.’ I wanted to smile and brag, “Isn’t she coming along nicely? I taught her everything she knows.” But I didn’t, for once in my life, I kept my mouth shut. But after Dad and the officers left, I did sneak some of the gin before Mom got it all.

Luckily Mom was three shots down when Van rang the bell shortly after that, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt and my dress over top of it. We stripped off the dress, I gave him back his suit, we kissed, and Mom poured out number four. It was the best prom ever. I couldn’t wait to get on my computer and tell Cal all about it. That made it twice as much fun, sharing it with him. 3: Ghosts