I snickered. “I can’t wait to watch that video in 4K later.”
He just shook his head. “Where are the girls?”
I pointed toward the back hallway. “Locked in the locker room. They’re insulated and really far away from where my mother’s locked in.”
“Good,” he said. “Let’s go check on them.”
Twenty-Nine
If you’re going to be weird, be confident about it.
—Weaver’s secret thoughts
Weaver
Two months later
“Swear to Christ,” I grumbled. “If you do not stop sharing that video, I’m going to paddle your damn ass!”
Eddy blew me a kiss before she got into her car and drove to the fieldhouse where she was meeting her team to drive to the state championship.
I’d be following later.
Way later.
“You ready to go?” I asked my girl.
“Yeah,” Bossy said. “We’re just meeting them for lunch, right? Then we’re going to the game.”
“We’re going to the game.” I chuckled. “We’re just meeting them at the diner to eat, then they’re going to follow us to the game.”
“Okay, good.” Bossy sighed. “It’ll be good to see them.”
“Agreed,” I said as we headed out.
“When are you going to let me drive?”
I looked at my girl. “You drive all the time with Eddy.”
“Yeah, but not with you.”
“There’s only so much control I have, and it’s bad enough driving through all these mountain passes on my own. I think I might suffer a stroke if I had to sit in the passenger seat and trust you with my life.”
She snorted. “You’re so extra, Dad.”
“Extra, but alive,” I joked. “And you only have like a week left. Give me the week, Bossy. You’re only my little girl for so long.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t complain again until we were about an hour into our breakfast.
“Sentenced to thirteen years?” My dad was aghast. “That doesn’t seem long enough at all.”
“Agreed,” I said. “Her dad got thirteen. Audrey got four. The mom got the most at fifteen with her little stunt at the beginning of the season. And Audrey’s father got two and a half with a chance of parole at one.”
“What a shame,” Mom said. “All those children exploited. And for what? Their sick viewing pleasure? And why would Audrey even go along with that? I mean, she got nothing out of it except a prison sentence.”
“Amen,” Dad agreed.
“Her reasoning was that she liked getting paid to do nothing. All she did was look the other way and run the Mother’s Day Out program. She wasn’t hurting anyone.”
