Disciplined on Carnival Day6

“Where are they, Mom? Huh? What are they doing, Mom? Huh? I bet they’re in trouble, aren’t they, Mom? Huh??” Finally, in exasperation Mom sent me upstairs. “You just go upstairs and mind your own business, Miss Nosey. If anything has happened that you need to know about, I will tell you.” From my window I saw Dad’s truck return without any sisters. I scampered to the top of the stairs to hear what was going on, but I could not make anything out of the quiet voices in the kitchen. Shortly thereafter two bicycles came flying up the lane, bearing two crying ladies. I learned a little later that Dad had checked the carnival grounds, but had found neither of his daughters. A quick trip around town had located the two bicycles and their operators at Alison Winter’s house. In typical Daddy form he had not loaded the girls and bicycles into his truck, but had instead ordered them to get themselves home IMMEDIATELY.