Suddenly the bell rang and Davey rushed to the door. He greeted his best friend, Sammy, grabbed his coat, and said goodbye to his mother and Mrs Symington before dashing out to the car where Sammy’s dad as waiting to take them to the movies. Randy remained in the parlor, looking glum as Mrs Symington took on a puzzled expression.
“What’s the matter, Randy? It’s Friday night. How come you aren’t off with Davey and the Parsons to the movies?”
Randy looked at his shoes and mumbled,
“I don’t really feel like the movies tonight, Mrs Symington. I’ve got a big history test on Monday and I’ve got a lot of studing to do this weekend.”
“Randy MacPherson, you know better than to fib to Mrs Symington,” Aunt Carolyn spoke out sharply. Turning to her friend, she continued,