“Not at all, Carolyn. I can read today’s paper right here. Don’t bother about me.”
“Aunt Carolyn, please, not now with Mrs Symington here, please … can’t you wait?”
“Shush child. You knew Mrs Symington was coming for dinner all week, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“You suppose so. I told you three or four times earlier in the week. If you didn’t want to be in this situation, all you had to do was behave properly yesterday. I didn’t go to a party when I was supposed to go to the library and study, did I?”
“Noo…”
“Who snuck out to a party and then lied about it, young man?”
“I did,” Randy whispered, his face growing very worried.