Doesn’t look like they’re asleep.
Every light was on, upstairs
and down, and I caught my mom’s face
at the window. We had turned back
into pumpkins after all.
If You Guessed
I was GUFN, two points for you.
Can you believe Chase
was brave enough to
walk me to the door?
Mom pounced.
“Do you realize it’s three a.m.?”
Chase tried to apologize,
said we’d lost track
of time, talking.
“I’m sure that was all you were doing.”
Mom lectured him on
responsibility and gave
him the old,
“We were worried to death!”
(She looked just fine
to me.) What could
Chase do but nod?
“Well, Kristina won’t be going
anywhere for a while.”
I tried to talk my way
out of her anger zone.
No good.
“What were you thinking, Kristina?”
Scott flashed a half