I’d been calling him by his first name since I was ten years old. He was my father, but in so many ways, he wasn’t fatherly at all. I flicked my eyes up, but I was relaxing. “It’s the kid I kidnapped on the way home from the bakery today.” I heard shrieking, followed by high-pitched giggling, and I automatically smiled. I reached over to hit the accept button on my car and heard my dad’s voice come over the car’s speakers. Tightening my hands around the steering wheel, I forced that emotion to the bottom of my stomach, and I was hoping to wash it out of me forever. Maybe my anger wasn’t anger at all as a tear worked its way up my throat. She met the guy, hooked up with the guy, and here I was, giving him the 411? Me? Though I hadn’t a clue why she was doing it this way. I was following her wishes, doing what she wanted. I didn’t want anything to do with this guy, but Valerie was having none of it. I was annoyed I’d been putting this meeting off for a full month but couldn’t any longer.
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