"Dad, why are you still dressed up in your work costume?" Justin asked, as he breezed past me in the doorway of the bedroom and headed down the hall.It was well past seven and I had been home since four.
"I'm not!" I shouted at the back of his head.After all, I had removed the spinning bow tie, squirting daisy and over-sized shoes. I wonder what he thinks I do all day - besides reply to his phone calls and texts about why he can't have any money, hang out with his friends or get a ride until after work.
- 9 November 2015
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