“I’m going to ask them to box all of this up. There’s no point in being here anymore.” He flags down a waiter. “Boxes, please.”
I don’t want to cry, but I’m pretty close to it. I’m upset because this was supposed to be a nice dinner. And if I hadn’t given Link a foot job under the table and chased him to the bathroom, we would probably be eating a nice meal.
Now his jacket is here, but he is nowhere to be seen. I wish that I just kept my foot to myself.
A waiter clears our dishes. Two minutes later, all the food is in to-go containers. My dad is shrugging into his jacket. Both of us look at Link’s jacket.
“I want to burn it,” my dad says. He sighs. “But that would make our tailor mad.” He picks it up, putting it over his arm. “Let’s go home.”
The car ride home is dead silent. We’ve said what we need to say. He knows about my scandalous love affair that never was. I know that he’s upset about it.
I stare out my window. Then we’re parking in our garage.
“Sweetie.”
“Dad.”
He squeezes my hand. “I’m really disappointed in you.”
I’m crushed. This is way worse than my dad getting angry and fighting Link.
“But I love you.” He sighs as he releases my hand.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“And you’re going away to school tomorrow, so you’ll be far away from his corrupting influence.”
I don’t say anything. I don’t go to school on the moon.
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