My dad handed me a glass of wine as
I stormed in. “She didn’t tell them,” I
growled. “You didn’t either!”
“I thought she did,” my dad said
contritely. “She said she was going
to.” I rubbed my forehead and sighed,
feeling bad about my mini tantrum. “I’m
sorry, Jenna.”
“I am too,” I replied weakly. “I’m not trying to be a brat, but this is so
hard already. ...