“Joan, calm down. I need you to trust me right now. Bobby will be fine.” Theresa paused for a moment. “This isn’t the first time he has done this.”
“What? What do you mean he has done this before?”
“A couple of times while he was staying with me, he lost track of time and ended up having an accident. This is no big deal. Getting upset with him will not make things better. Please, trust me.”
“Why is this the first time I am hearing of this? When something like this happens to a child, you tell their parents. Even so, he was much younger than he is now. How could he let this happen now, at 17?”
“I can’t answer that, all I know is getting angry will just make things worse.”
“I’m not angry,” Joan barked.