“My dad didn’t choose you by accident. And it wasn’t for my sake.”
We were sitting in my uncle Frank’s car in the parking lot of Ridgeview High School. The engine was off. The radio was off too, finally, after changing stations by itself three times on the drive over. Through the windshield, I saw the gym doors propped open, with colored lights and music spilling out.
Georgia had her hand on the door handle. She’d opened her door a crack, but she hadn’t gotten out.
“What does that mean?” I said.
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“Brent,” she said, “my dad’s been watching you for months.” GetParenting Tips
“Watching me do what?”
“How you handle problems. How you treat people. Whether you lose your temper.”
“Wait,” I said. “Did I do something wrong? You’d tell me if I did something to make him upset, right?”
