#Chapter71

It’s about damn time

Bella

Andrew and I came home from the apple orchard. I grabbed the bag of apples from the car as we went into the house. Dad met us at the door.

“Why do you two look sickly happy?” He asked.

“No reason.” I shrugged.

He gave us a skeptical look, returned to the couch, and continued reading a booklet.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m reading an X-Man comic. What does it look like?”

“Why?”

“Because I like Wolverine. I wish I had his claws in case Andy Pandy gets out of hand again and subjects me to that horrible music.” He smirked.

“Well, put the...