In The Hollow Of His Hand
“How do you mean Pop?” I asked.
When he realized that he had given the wrong response, he tried to avoid the question.
“I do not know what you’re talking about.” He replied.
I wasn’t ready to beat around the bush, so I hit the nail on the head.
“Have you been having sleepovers at Bee’s?” I asked.
“I don’t owe you any explanation; besides, her days there are numbered.” He answered defensively.
Her days there are numbered?!
I paused for some seconds staring at him…
Having realized that he had spilled once again, he made to head for his room to avoid more of those.
“Night Pumpkin. I have to be up early tomorrow.” He said.
“Night Pop.” I replied.
What does Pop mean by – her days there are numbered?
Bee and I must have that pending discussion tomorrow.
After eating, I did the dishes and sat on the sofa. Then my phone rang. Travis was calling.
“Why is he calling on Skype?” I asked myself before picking up.
“Hello Cee” He said.
“Hi Tee.” I replied.
“Wow! Wow!! Wow!!!” he exclaimed.
He was beginning to sound like a police siren.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…