#Chapter137

Well, you’re special

Oliver

Conner left to change his clothes. I came out of my bedroom and continued down the stairs. Dad was sitting at the table working on something. I wanted to suggest it was car-related, but who knows with him.

I roamed over to the table and sat down.

“I noticed Conner was here.” Dad screwed in a screw. “Did you two fight?”

“Why does everybody assume people argue when someone leaves? No, he left to change. The psycho twins sprayed a hose into my room and drenched Conner.”

Dad chuckled.

“Where’s Mom?”

“Nora and your mom are completing Nora’s next graphic novel.”

“Doesn’t it upset you...