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Show Inside Out, 210 "Well, for one thing, there is this guy, Denver, that I was talking to and I said some dumb stuff that I didn't really mean but she heard me." "Ah," said Dad. "And then there was something she said she had to talk to me about, and I think she just really needed a friend to listen to her, but then she couldn't talk to me because of what I had said earlier." "Hmmmm," said Dad. "But I really, really need to talk to her about it tonight." I didn't explain why it couldn't wait until the next day. Because, of course, I didn't even know why myself. Suddenly I was afraid. What was I planning to do once I got there? I didn't know these people. Would they let me in? I turned to Dad. "Thanks for taking me," I said. Dad looked right into my eyes. "You're welcome. I love you, Andli." I turned to look out into the night, and I knew that he really did. Russel's house was in a cul-de-sac. It was hard to get close to it because there were cars parked all along the curving street. The lights were on in front and inside the house, and I thought of all the movies I'd seen that had party scenes. I had never been to a teenage party. I couldn't hear pounding noise or see kids passed out on the grass in front. There were no police cars or irate neighbors. Maybe real parties weren't like the movies. Dad asked, "Do you want me to just sit out here in front and keep the car running? Or I could pull around the corner and wait for you there." He didn't propose coming in with me, which I was sure was his preference. What a cool guy! |