“UPSTAIRS, QUICK, I NEED HELP!”
I heard Cassie as soon as I slammed the door shut. She sounded like she was calling out from upstairs, no doubt for my dad to kill a moth or some shit.
“PLEASE, HURRY!”
Okay, I thought, this could be pretty funny. My dad clearly wasn’t home otherwise she wouldn’t have to call out twice, the guy being that under-the-thumb, and I wasn’t actually due back from college for another three days.
She thinks I’m my dad, I thought. Classic. I’m gonna scare the shit out of her.
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