Secret Star
“It was breakfast time, there was bread but no margarine, and Tess couldn’t quite tell whether Daddy was in a better mood or not. He was trying to be. He was talking to her. He was keeping his voice down, keeping it light. But there was worry in his eyes.
Tess didn’t exactly answer. “Daddy, I wasn’t that late. You went to bed early.”
“I never heard you come in.”
“You went to sleep.” She tried to tease. “It’s hard to hear anything when you’re asleep. Hard to tell what time it is when the clocks don’t work, either.”
He nodded, smiled, changed the subject, letting it go. They talked about the Phillies, losing again, as usual. They talked about making some pork and sauerkraut sometime if pork shanks went on sale. He kept looking at her as they talked.
She asked him to sign a blank piece of notebook paper for her because she needed a note for a field trip. He knew she was lying, she could tell he knew. But he didn’t say anything. He signed it. She wrote herself an excuse and used it to get ...back into school that day.MoreLess
Tess didn’t exactly answer. “Daddy, I wasn’t that late. You went to bed early.”
“I never heard you come in.”
“You went to sleep.” She tried to tease. “It’s hard to hear anything when you’re asleep. Hard to tell what time it is when the clocks don’t work, either.”
He nodded, smiled, changed the subject, letting it go. They talked about the Phillies, losing again, as usual. They talked about making some pork and sauerkraut sometime if pork shanks went on sale. He kept looking at her as they talked.
She asked him to sign a blank piece of notebook paper for her because she needed a note for a field trip. He knew she was lying, she could tell he knew. But he didn’t say anything. He signed it. She wrote herself an excuse and used it to get ...back into school that day.MoreLess
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