CHAPTER 20

A birthday and an agreement.

Lexie.

For dinner, my mother made her famous potato pie with meat and the least she had was meat. The truth was not her specialty at all to cook the potato cake, Dad always made us hide that the food had been great when we would rather eat garbage than this.

—And good? —My mother asks anxiously.

She tasted like raw meat and the potato was very tough.

—Delicious mom.

—You have improved mommy —Liam says, overacting, and, oh no, it gets worse. He lifts her thumb to her — the best I've ever eaten.

Dad glares at him while I kick his ankle under the table.

He sneers as he looks at me smiling, so smiling that his eyes turn into two lines.

He'd be damn good at acting.

Let the sarcasm show.

—Where did you say you were going, Liam? —My dad is speaking.

—Where Logan.

I blow air through my nose, great what I was missing.

—Give my congratulations.

—Sure Dad. He is sure to change his mind and come here.