“Wesley, I’d like a word with you, please,” Donny
spoke, his voice coming from the living room.
“Oh, crap,” Wes muttered under his breath, softly closing
the door behind him.
Wes found his dad
sitting on the sofa and switching off the TV. He threw down the remote and gestured for Wes to take a
seat beside him. Donny then proceeded to glare at him. “If you had walked from
Janet’s house I could almost see it taking this long to get home… if you were keeping pace
with a racing turtle. As you have a perfectly functioning car, however, and
even if you had driven at twenty miles under the lowest speed limit, as
unlikely as that is for a teenager to do, you should have been home quite a
while ago. Am I wrong?”
