"Yeah, he needed to talk to your mom about something. I think it has to do with some girl he likes. He kicked me out of my own room. They'd been up there talking for about twenty minutes when I dozed off."

"Should I...should I go up and talk to him?" Angelica asked nervously.

"Yeah, sure. He probably would prefer you over your mom anyway."

"Right," she whispered, taking a deep breath. She wouldn't have time to gather her thoughts. "I'm gonna go talk to him." She walked past the living room and slowly ascended the stairs, mouth going dry, nerves rattling. When she approached her parent's bedroom she could...