Chapter 9
“Well, fu…” Michael said. “Get them in the damn car. I give up. Dad won’t care, and Mom won’t know who they are anyhow. It’s just our friends who will think our whole family is terrible. This may affectmy promotion at work, you know, Cecile. I had hoped you’d do better for me than this. Can’t you control your own children? Little freaks.”
Cecile let go of them. They ran out the door, one of them going, “Look! A limo! We’re going in a limo! I told you Dad would do something nice for a change!”
I just had time to watch Michael’s face turn red before Mike pulled me gently out the door. The back door of the limo was just sliding shut as Mike and I approached and got into the front. Mike slid the window open between the two areas, and we could hear the excited voices.