Chapter 18 Calvin And Dad

• We went back to the house. Calvin took my hand and entered the house. In the living room were mom and dad. Dad saw us first and said. "Where are you guys from?" As his eyes flicked to Calvin's firm grip on my hand.
• At the same time, Carey appeared from the direction of the stairs, about to come down. She saw us coming. "Maybe they've been playing, dad. Otherwise, how could our Cecil's pretty face get hurt," Carey said nonchalantly, ducking into the kitchen.
• His words made my father look at me intently. "Right, why is your face in plaster?" he said in surprise. The plaster on my cheek was small and the color almost blended with my skin.